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SVT when you can't sleep
Requested? No! (But they are still open!)
Genre: Comfort
A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent because I woke up at 3:45am and couldnât go back to sleep. For this reason, please forgive any typos or mistakes.
Seungcheol
Deeply disturbed when he finds that you are not next to him in bed. Gives it a few minutes, thinking you might have just gotten up to go to the bathroom or get some water, but when the time ticks by, he gets up to find you on the couch, watching TV. âBaby, what are you doing up?â Heâll ask concerned, glancing at the clock. When you say you woke up and couldnât go back to sleep, heâs plopping onto the couch with you, making you curl into him. You feel bad because he needs his sleep, but heâll brush you off, saying heâll stay up with you any night. You do eventually doze off in his warmth while reruns of some sitcom play on the TV and heâll carefully carry you back to bed.
Jeonghan
He feels you tossing and turning for what feels like hours. Heâs tired and maybe even a little bit irritable when he touches your back, asking why youâre still up. He immediately feels bad for his irritability when you say youâre sorry, but that you had a nightmare and couldnât go back to sleep. Heâs tugging you into his side, patting your head in a âthere, thereâ sort of motion, asking you to tell him all about it. It becomes clear that youâre not going back to sleep anytime soon, but thatâs okay, because heâll just lie there next to you and talk, no matter how drowsy he is.Â
Joshua
Seems to have a sixth sense about when you get out of bed. Youâve barely got your slippers on before heâs asking where youâre going. When you say you just canât sleep, he looks at the time, which is somewhere around 4am. He shrugs, getting out of bed as well, despite your insistence that he needs his sleep. He starts the coffee pot and gets a skillet out to make breakfast and youâre resigned to the fact that you both are now up for the day. He doesnât have any complaints, not even when you both are dozing on the couch by 2pm.Â
Jun
When he realizes that you never actually got to sleep and are just laying in bed scrolling at nearly 1am, Jun simply takes the phone out of your hands and puts it back on the charger. âPlay a game with me. Eye spy with my little eyeâŠâ You have to laugh because, well, itâs totally dark in the room now. But you play along because everything in your bedroom is familiar to you, even in the dark. Youâre kind of touched at how aware of the little things in your room he is, even if he doesnât live here (yet). Like he knows that you left a blue sweatshirt on the back of your vanity chair, or that there is little green detailing on your jewelry box. You doze off by about the tenth round and Jun keeps quiet after that.Â
Hoshi
He comes home late from practice and finds that youâre still awake, tossing and turning, and heâs concerned. When you say you just havenât been able to settle down, he thinks for a split second and says, âWell, I was about to shower. Come with me, maybe the warmth will help.â Thereâs absolutely nothing suggestive about the idea. He even washes your hair for you, letting you relax as he scratches your scalp for way longer than was probably necessary. Youâre out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow. Now showering before bed, especially with him, is a regular occurrence to wind down.Â
Wonwoo
When he rolls over in the middle of the night to find that your beside lamp is still on and youâre still reading, he glances at the clock and then raises an eyebrow. âMust be a good book,â he mumbles. When you hum and tell him that itâs actually not, but you just canât sleep, heâs sitting up next to you, leaning against the headboard. âJust how bad could it be?â He doesnât acknowledge the âcanât sleepâ comment out loud, plucking the book from you and reading to you. He has to admit, the book does kind of suck, but heâs relieved to see that youâve dozed off to the sound of his voice within a couple chapters.Â
Woozi
He knows your sleeping habits and also notices some of the things that donât help it. But heâs hesitant to correct you, so he tries correcting these bad habits by correcting them in himself. Say youâre hanging out late with him while he works. The first thing heâll do is turn down the caffeine at a certain point, saying he wants to actually get some sleep tonight. The second thing is that heâll subtly rush to wrap things up quickly for the night so both of you can get home at a decent time. This technique wonât work every night because sometimes you donât follow his lead or itâll just be an exceptionally late night for him, but both of you tend to get better sleep when you keep a routine and cut the caffeine.Â
DK
Didnât you see this coming? The moment you say you canât sleep, heâs serenading you. Sometimes itâs sweet and soft with the intent of soothing you, and sometimes itâs goofy and animated with the intent on making you lighten up when youâre particularly frustrated by your bad sleeping habits. Sometimes you scold him to rest his voice, but he Will. Not. Be. Stopped. Heâll sing entire albums for you until youâre sleepy again, so donât test him.Â
Mingyu
Prepare to be cocooned the moment you say you canât sleep. Heâs so sweet and he also doesnât work out for no reason. Heâll literally wrap you in the blanket and hold you tight against his chest, talking sweetly about what might be bothering you. Even if nothing in particular is bothering you and you just canât sleep, thatâs fine too. Heâll stroke your hair and keep you warm until youâre ready to sleep.Â
Minghao
He absolutely thinks itâs stress. He notices the pattern - when you have a lot going on a work or in your family life, youâre extremely restless. Like Woozi, he might make it seem like itâs for him when he says he wants to try out a new bedtime routine. He likes meditating and decides to do it before bed, asking you to join. Then, when you both are done, he pushes you towards the bedroom, following you with two cups of tea. It doesnât work right away, but the longer he keeps up this little routine with you, the more he notices that your shoulders are more relaxed and you fall asleep faster.Â
Seungkwan
One night, youâre exceptionally restless and he asks whatâs wrong. You complain that the street lights coming through the windows and all the city noise have been bothering you lately. He lets you be for the night - if you want to toss and turn for a while, if you want to get up, if you want to cuddle, whatever is fine with him. But the next night before bed, he hands you two small boxes, one with a brand new sleep mask and one with small noise cancelling earbuds, encouraging you to try them out. These two things will constantly be replaced and upgraded as needed as long as they seem to help.
Vernon
Might be a little dead to the world when he sleeps, but if you happen to nudge him in the middle of the night saying that you canât sleep and you seem upset by it, heâs automatically offering to take a walk, no matter how groggy he is. Throws on some clothes and splashes his face with cold water in the bathroom so he can get with the program for you. Walks for hours if you need it - talking or in total silence, headphones or no headphones, holding hands or no physical contact at all. Absolutely does not matter to him. Heâll get back to sleep when you do.Â
Chan
Another one that makes it seem like itâs for him. Heâs noticed your sleeping habits and how run down you seem by it, but doesnât address it directly. Instead, he says he read an article that described how bad blue light was for sleep and he thinks he wants to try an electronic cleanse a couple hours before bed to see if it helps him. âAre you okay with that?â Heâll ask hopefully. Of course you agree, because itâs for him! Heâll resist the urge to giggle to himself when you pass out almost immediately when your head hits the pillow on the first night of this so-called electronic cleanse. He did not expect it his little plan to be successful so quickly.Â
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JUST KNOW YOU ATE THIS UPPP it was so good hold on i need to calm myself before i start talking about it
okay firstly !! i really love the characterisations, particularly junâs + i loved the basketball court dialogue bc i could totally see wonwoo and jun talking to each other like that!
Itâs at this point of his life that Jun realises he really isnât used to people calling him by his proper first name. But the way you say it is differentđsoft and warm, like an unexpected compliment.
i love how you included this part because i think itâs so cute !!! yk cuz jun is always referred to as jun so itâs so refreshing to see that other people would actually call him junhui upon their first meeting. also,, itâs so cute to me how y/n lowkey teases him by having his contact saved as âjust junâ bc !! itâs like a little inside joke & the build-up to their feelings for each other is really good!
Jun observes as you draw a line down the sketch, clearly marking the brainstem. Heâs listening, or at least trying to, but his mind keeps drifting back to how comfortable this whole situation feels.
i happened to really like this dialogue because i feel like you balanced it very well with the actually terminology for the tutoring + junâs thoughts so it wasnât like a huge chunk of talking on y/nâs part or a monologue on junâs part. also loved your descriptions of jun spacing out & trying to focus (but failing) by repeating what y/n said
The way he only nods and gazes at you with pleading eyes almost resembling a cat stretching out for attention makes it almost impossible to resist.
well. this was great bc jun is 100% a cat. fight me. itâs really so cool how you managed to weave in little details about jun and made the fic very specific to him!!
secondly, i really loved your descriptions & portrayal of y/n while drunk! just them talking,, kinda rambling,, commenting on how âdreamyâ is a silly word, trying to stay in control while clearly not being sober⊠wow. i also liked the scene where they were in the bus bc i reminds me of junâs drama AND itâs just so cute how y/n is super stressed and jun tries to take care of them đ„ș
You let your head fall slightly. âThank you though.â He faces you curiously. âFor what?â âJustâŠâ For being here? For asking if Iâm okay? âI donât know. Thank you.â
THE ITALICS !!!! loved this soso much bc itâs soo cool how u show the many things y/n wanted to say but didnât
thirdly, i loved their dynamic!
âLetâs see⊠Disinfect the table, take off your gloves and goggles, and thenâŠâ Your lips quirk up again. âJust stand there and look cute. Iâll handle the rest.âÂ
STAND THERE AND LOOK CUTE IM SOBBING the banter between them is so good! including the time when y/n made fun of jun for having too much perfume on lmao
âSorry,â You both blurt out at the same time, voices mixing into one.
you perfectly portrayed the two awkward souls trying to manoeuvre around each other and itâs so adorable!!
pulse points | wen junhui
SYNOPSIS. Being the TA for your anatomy class has always been really rewarding, especially stemming in your passion for the medical field. But as itâs approaching the peak of the school semester and labs have gotten more intense, you arenât surprised to be dedicating your time to tutoring your strangely handsome, dorky, yet enigmatic classmate during after school hours â and reassuring him how to not be afraid of dissections. PAIRING. wen junhui x TA!reader (ft. performance unit as jun's roommates + mentions of wonwoo and jihoon) GENRE. fluff, classmates to lovers, humour WARNINGS/TAGS. unrealistic TA x student dynamics lmao, lots of medical sciency-anatomy talk, talks about dissections n cutting into things (they dissect a sheep brain), mentions of tools used for dissections, yn is wayyy too studious its a bit unhealthy perhaps, their love language is napping together n sharing food :(, alcohol and drinking (yn gets drunk đŁ), they flirt in the middle of a damn dissection AHHAHA WORD COUNT. 15.9k
notes: this is my fic for the "back to school" collab hosted by @camandemstudios! i hope u all enjoy <3 was lowkey hating this fic as i wrote it but... i think it turned out fine?!?! thank you to all my moots, specifically @bananabubble @slytherinshua @etherealyoungk and the collab discord server for either helping me w ideas n brainrot or reading over the fic!! love u all to the stars and back <3
Three dollars is not enough for Jun to buy himself lunch.Â
He could probably snag himself a stale, English muffin from the dining hall, but then heâd be walking around campus with a dry tongue until after his classes end. And unsurprisingly, he forgot his water bottle back in his apartment. Briefly, he considers texting Soonyoung or Minghao to perhaps drop by the apartment and grab his water bottle or even a quick snack thatâll last him, but the two of them were already knee deep enough of responsibilities of their own.Â
Fucking capitalism.Â
Heâs already out of breath speed walking all the way from across campus and through four different hallways. The large windows of the science building bring in the natural sunlight at the peak of the afternoon, allowing it to cascade across the polished floors and right to the ends of his feet with every step that he takes.Â
Jun purses his lips together tightly as he rounds one last corner before arriving in front of his current class: Anatomy. The quick glance at the time displayed on his phone shows that heâs around eight minutes late, which is way better than the fifteen minutes from last week. His shoulders slouch slightly with a bit of dread as he reaches for the doorknob and pulls it open.
Compared to the beginning of the year, thereâs more empty seats in the lecture hall now. Honestly, Jun is surprised he hasnât dropped out of the class yet, because his grade in all honesty isnât⊠the best, to put it simplyđheâs passing, somehow, but just barely.
But he simply canât afford to drop it and take on a new class like a snap of a finger, and he knows that if he bails now, heâll only be prolonging his graduation date, a situation neither his parents nor his bank account would be happy about. He wasnât even supposed to be in this class in the first place, but his horrible procrastination habits and the fact that the other classes he wanted filled up so quickly left him with no other choice.
Jun sits down in a seat near the back of the class, trying to blend in and hoping the professor wonât notice his tardiness. He swiftly pulls out his notebook and laptop and redirects his focus to the front of the classroom, where he sees Professor Lee already lecturing something about vascular anatomy and blood circulation, motioning towards the slideshow displayed on the screen.Â
ââŠthe brachiocephalic trunk branches off the aortic arch, which divides into the right subclavian artery and the right common carotid artery. These arteries supply blood to the arm and the brain, respectivelyâŠâ
The words seem to flow through his brain like water. Even when he jots them down in his notes for him to study later, he reads the words like hieroglyphics. Perhaps itâs the hunger getting to him or just the mounting stress, but the lecture feels like itâs slipping through his fingers.
By the time Professor Lee finishes with the lecture, he has five pages of notes that feel like a jumble of terms and diagrams.
However, just as he thought he might finally catch a break, the slideshow switches to the next slide.Â
âNow, letâs discuss the final major lab that will be crucial for your grades,â Professor Lee explains, a determined look on his face. âYour dissections that you will be finishing the year off with. Iâm letting you all know about these in advance so you would have plenty of time to prepare.â
Junâs stomach drops. Dissections. Of course, he knew it was coming, as it was quite literally listed in eye-catching bold letters in the syllabus at the beginning of the term. Yet the thought of cutting into anything and seeing its insides makes him almost squeamish.Â
âThis will account for a significant portion of your final grade. I canât stress enough how important it is to take this seriously. Remember that dissections arenât just about retaining names and locations in the body. Theyâre about seeing the relationships between different structures and understanding how they function together in real life.â
Every fibre of his being is aching for him to raise his hand and stupidly refute. He imagines what heâd sayđâIâm not good with blood,â or âIs there another activity I could do because Iâm absolutely scared shitless?âđbut the words stick in his throat. Instead, he slouches further in his seat, hoping to disappear. He weighs all of his options, but theyâre all equally unappealing: he canât drop the class, he canât afford to fail, and he certainly canât magically become proficient at dissections overnight.
âSince the class has an uneven amount of students and the limited amount of specimens we have, Iâve decided to pair you all up. Y/N, may you hand out the partner lists?â
Jun feels himself tense in his seat as his eyes scan the room and land on you. Not only are you the TA of the class, but your seemingly calm demeanour as you drift throughout the room handing each student paperwork makes you appear almost intimidating to his eyes.Â
When you finally reach him, he swears he catches a glimpse of a slight curl to your lips as you silently hand him the slip of paper that contains his partner assignment, before walking down to the next person.Â
At first, the paper essentially states the same information that was discussed earlier: the dissection assignment, guidelines, and a list of required materials. But then his gaze falls to the part that matters most: his partner's name.
Y/N L/N, it reads. Youâre his partner. Shit.
Your calm, composed attitude and role as the TA have already set a high bar for expectations in his mind. Youâre probably going to be hyperanalysing and dissecting every aspect of his class performance, knowing his poor little heart wouldnât be able to handle all that. You probably already have this tarnished reputation of him in your mind, with his frequent tardiness and the amount of times heâs dozed off in class.
Jun glances around the lecture hall, noticing other students exchanging whispers and glances at their own partner assignments. Some seem relieved, while others look as apprehensive as he feels. His stomach churns with the thought of having to work closely with you.
Professor Lee clears his throat and speaks, âNow that you all know your partners, I request that you all sit next to each other. These will be your seats starting from today and until the lab finishes. I also strongly encourage you all to exchange contact information with each other. Your collaboration together will be vital to your success in this lab.â
As the students shuffle around, Jun finds himself stuck in an uncomfortable limbo, watching as everyone pairs up and settles into their new seats, naturally exchanging contact information with one another. Then he shuffles for his backpack that was leaning against his chair in order to go find where you sit, but as heâs about to stand up, heâs met with you taking a seat right next to him.
Your eyes meet. A faint smile crosses your features. His backpack slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor with a dramatic thump.
âHi,â You greet him softly, before offering a hand to him. âGranola bar? Had an extra one.â
Jun just blinks, eyes flickering between your face and the hand you have extended out to him. Then he awkwardly clears his throat, tentatively reaching out to grab the granola bar from your grasp, and the warmth emitting from your hand seems to crawl up his neck.Â
âThanks,â he mutters sheepishly, shifting his gaze away to hide a small upturn to the corners of his lips.Â
The rest of class passes by in a blur, mainly with Professor Lee going over proper attire to wear and safety protocols for the dissection labs. And when the clock strikes dismissal time, students begin to filter out of the lecture hall, chatting amongst themselves as Jun struggles to stuff his laptop inside his backpack.Â
Youâre already gone to the front to talk to Professor Lee when Jun looks over. He watches as you hand in what looks like a stack of paper, only to be given another one right back, probably of assignments that the class has done lately. The air of professionalism that surrounds you is quite admirable, he would say.Â
You seem to exchange a few more words with Professor Lee before turning on your heel to leave the lecture hall, the stack of papers neatly held under your arm.
By the time Jun is already on his way to his next class, he pulls the granola bar that you had given him out from the pocket of his jeans, unwrapping it and taking a bite out of it, savouring the moment as it relieves his nerves and gnawing hunger.Â
Then by the time finishes his last class for the day, reality hits him the second he steps out of the building. Figuratively, and maybe even literally, at this point.Â
He forgot to get your number for this lab.
The click of your pen echoes throughout the vast lecture hall. Unintelligible mutters leave your lips as your eyes quickly scan over the papers in front of you with ease. Among the many tasks you have assigned as TA, grading assignments is one of them, and you find yourself marking and correcting each paper just as youâve done many times before.Â
There used to be rumours floating around that your grading style was particularly strict, even more so than Professor Lee. Though it was probably spread around with the intention to intimidate other students and establish your reputation as someone annoyingly meticulous, you hardly let it get to you.Â
The truth is, you were fair in your grading, but thorough. You didnât see the point in letting half-baked work slide, especially when you knew these assignments could determine someoneâs future. Medicine has been your passion for as long as you could remember, and that dedication extended into almost everything you did. Being the TA for the class was just one factor of it.Â
Itâs much, much quieter after school hours when most classes have finished for the day, and itâs natural to bask in the peacefulness that drifts throughout the barren room. You sort out the papers in front of you in a neat stack before taking a moment to stretch your arms up above your head, a soft sigh leaving you at the tension dissipating away from your limbs.Â
As you begin to shuffle through all the papers in front of youđseparating them into piles of graded assignments and unfinished ones that youâll save for later onđthereâs a quiet knock at the door that makes you pause in place. You turn your head towards the door, anticipating for someone to come in.Â
Then another knock.
You swear you see some sort of shadow in the door window. It appears then disappears, and you roll your eyes, thinking it was just someone who was lost or purposely going around knocking on each door (which has happened way more than one could expect).Â
The shadow appears again, and this time, you decide on heading to the door yourself. And as you twist the doorknob and pull the door open simultaneously, you find yourself coming face-to-face with Jun, who looks a bit sheepish as heâs caught mid-knock. His eyes widen upon seeing you right in front of him, and he brings his hand down to his side.Â
You blink up at him, not expecting for him to be here at this moment of the day.
âJunhui?âÂ
Itâs at this point of his life that Jun realises he really isnât used to people calling him by his proper first name. But the way you say it is differentđsoft and warm, like an unexpected compliment.
âUh, hi,â he greets a tad bit awkwardly, mentally slapping himself in the face. âI hope Iâm not interrupting anything?âÂ
âOh, no, youâre not. Donât worry,â You tell him reassuringly, catching the way his eyes seem to flicker everywhere but on you. âIs there anything I can help you with?âÂ
Jun fidgets slightly, his gaze bouncing between the floor and your face. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. âActually, I... um, forgot to get your number earlier today. For⊠for the lab, I mean. Professor Lee said we should exchange information so I thought I would ask. Unless you donât want to, of course.â
You raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. âAh, I see. No problem. Iâm glad you came by to get it. Here, let me justđâ
You shove into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasnât there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.
You shove a hand into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasnât there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.
âHere, you can come in. Let me just get my phone real quick.â You step to the side and open the door wider for him.
Jun visibly hesitates in the doorway, before muttering a quiet thank you and stepping inside the lecture hall. Itâs certainly a sight to see the room so stripped of other students besides you and him, the sounds of his footsteps bouncing off the walls. He takes in the stacks of papers that you have spread across your desk, and he feels some nerves snake their way up his spine at the thought of you grading his work.
âWow, that looks like a lot,â he comments gingerly.Â
âYeah, itâs quite the pile, right?â You agree with a light chuckle as you grab your phone and unlock it. âAlways happens near the end of the sem.âÂ
Junâs eyes wash over you with a look of concern. âThat seems⊠stressful.â
You just shrug nonchalantly. âItâs nothing I canât handle. Besides, it keeps me busy.âÂ
âWell, you should get some good rest after this then,â he remarks coolly.Â
âWish I could, but I have some tutoring scheduled in about half an hour,â You say, tone warm but tinged with a hint of weariness as you glance at the time on your phone. âOne of the students in the intro biology class needs help with some of the basics before their midterm. So⊠rest will have to wait.â
From that, Jun shifts awkwardly, his fingers playing with the strap of his backpack. His brain races as he considers his options. Youâre clearly knowledgeable and dedicated, not to mention you seem approachable, but the thought of admitting how much heâs struggling makes his throat dry, plus the guilt of adding more to your busy plate.Â
âTutoring, huh?â Jun finally says, trying to sound casual. âIs that⊠something you do a lot?â
You nod, tapping away on your phone as you pull up your contact information. âYeah, actually. Itâs nice to help people out. Keeps me up with the material too. Usually Iâm free most days at any time after classes.â
Jun continues to gaze at you wonderingly until after you pick up your head to look at him, to which he faces away immediately. He scratches the back of his neck bashfully, before fixing his posture and clearing his throat.
âDo you⊠have room for one more student?â Then he feels the immediate regret afterwards. âItâs okay if not. I know that youâre busy and all thatđâ
âJunhui,â You interrupt gently, a calm smile on your face. âI have room. Donât worry about it.
He lets out a breath he didnât realise he was holding, the reassuring warmth on your face easing the knots in his stomach. âReally? You wouldnât mind?â
âIâd be more than happy to find a time that works for us both. Just let me know what you need, and weâll figure a time out. Weâre lab partners, after all,â You say gleefully. âSpeaking of which, you can put your number in here.â
You extend an arm with your phone in-hand. Jun takes the phone from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment, and types in his phone number and information. When he hands the phone back, he looks up to meet your eyes, trying to muster a more confident expression.
âThank you so much, really, IâŠâ His voice trails off for a moment, trying to regain his words. âIâll owe you one for this, truly.âÂ
âThereâs no need.â
Jun shakes his head. âSeriously, Iâll feel bad.â
You bite at your bottom lip in thought, an endearing look washing over your features as you consider his insistence. The pleading in his eyes is hard to ignore, and it makes your heart soften in your chest. You take a moment to think before offering a small, playful grin.
âAlright.â You cross your arms together. âWeâll see.âÂ
Perhaps⊠you arenât as intimidating as he thinks.
Jun is staring at a sheep brain.Â
Not a real oneđa picture of one, specifically. Itâs apparently very similar to the human brain, and the specimen heâs expected to dissect for the upcoming lab.Â
He stares at the image displayed on the large screen right before his eyes, feeling a strange mix of fascination and dread. The detailed structures and labels are overwhelming, each word swimming in and out of focus as he tries to absorb the information. It's not that he isn't interestedđon the contrary, there's a part of him that's genuinely curious about how it all works, and the other part of him is utterly disturbed.Â
Youâre sitting next to him again, just like everyone else is sitting next to their partners, taking notes and even drawing a very rushed outline of the brain on your paper.Â
âWe have to dissect thatâŠ?â Jun whispers under his breath, as if speaking any louder might bring the brain to life.Â
âYep,â You reply, glancing over at Jun. âItâs not as bad as it looks.â
Jun attempts to stifle a groan, eyes going between the image on the screen and down to his near-empty notes. He canât help but wonder how on earth heâs going to get through this without completely embarrassing himself.
Letting your eyes roam over Jun for a moment, the visible discomfort in the way he crosses his arms together and the furrow in his brow doesnât escape your notice. Casually, you scoot your chair towards him a little bit, along with your notebook so that itâs settled in the space between the two of you with the outline of the brain clearly visible on the page. Your shoulder almost brushes against his.Â
âHere,â You say softly, tapping your pen on the page. âIâve got the main structures labeled already. You can add them to your notes if you want. I can explain it to you in more detail when you come to tutoring tomorrow?â
Oh, thatâs right. Tomorrow is the day you both were free and decided it was the day where Jun could stop by after classes end to have his first tutoring session with you.Â
âYeah, uh, that would be great,â Jun responds quietly, peeking over at how neat and organised your notes appeared to be. âThank you.â
âNo problem.â You nod, before soundlessly shuffling inside your bag and extending it out to Jun. âGranola bar?âÂ
Jun glances at the granola bar being offered by you, its wrapper crinkling slightly as you hold it out to him. He smiles, a little lopsided but genuine, and takes the bar from you. The hesitation in his shoulders has deflated slightly than from the first time you proposed one to him.Â
Maybe this wonât be so bad after all.
âBro, are you going out on a date or what? Youâre stinking up a storm here.â Soonyoung lets out a few dramatic coughs at the sudden sharp scent of Minghaoâs perfume hitting his nose, followed by Chan behind him nearly gagging at the smell. Though obviously one would expect for the owner himself to be the one using it, he certainly didnât expect for the culprit to be none other than Jun.
Okay, yes, he may have accidentally sprayed a shit ton of Minghaoâs perfume on himself, which was a bit of an overkill. But he clearly wasnât thinking straight after waking up from a nap between deciding to take a really quick shower or stealing his roommateâs expensive perfume.Â
âYou think this is too much?â Jun asks unsurely.Â
Beside him, Chan rolls his eyes while clutching a bowl of ramen. âYou smell like youâre trying to cover up a crime scene. It might suffocate someone. Where are you even going anyway?â
Jun clears his throat. âTutoringđâ
âTutoring?!â Soonyoung exclaims in surprise. âFor which class?â
âAnatomyđâ
âHell no,â Soonyoung crinkles his nose at the mention of anatomy. âYou're telling me youâre getting all dolled up for a tutoring session on dissecting brains and guts? Are you trying to seduce the organs or something?âÂ
Jun groans at his roommateâs words, shaking his head. But before he can say anything in response, Chan seems to beat him to it.
âDonât you have this really strict TA in your class too? Iâve heard that they donât even offer partial credit or crack a smile during lectures. Like, theyâre just a machine, dude,â the youngest adds in.
Itâs quite literally insane to hear that kind of description about you leave Chanâs mouth when all of his interactions with you have been nothing but short and sweet, to put it simply. Though he wonât deny heâs heard all those rumours spread around about youđthat youâre strict, and perhaps a bit intimidating. Heâs had his fair share of moments where he felt overwhelmed by your grading and meticulous nature. Yet from what heâs seen of you so far, youâre passionate, friendly if anything, and your smile is⊠cute.Â
Jun only shrugs his shoulders. âYeah, theyâre in my class, but Iâm just trying to get my grade up before the year ends. I think I can handle them.âÂ
Soonyoung huffs a breath, stepping up to Jun and giving him some sort of comforting pat on the back, almost like he feels bad for him.Â
âWell, good luck, dude,â he reassures him, though it hardly eases Junâs nerves at all. âDonât get crucified in there.âÂ
As Jun wanders down the familiar hallway to the classroom, he finds his thoughts beginning to second-guess everything. What if he ultimately fails meeting your expectation at the end of the session? What if he struggles to fully grasp the material and ends up looking like an absolute fool in front of you by the time the real dissections roll around?Â
However, those thoughts are pushed away when the door to the classroom swings open before he has the opportunity to knock, with you standing on the other side. Your face seems to light up at the sight of him, and it makes Jun briefly think about what Soonyoung said earlier about you. Like⊠was he talking about the same person?
âHey, you made it,â You greet him, stepping aside so he could walk in. âLet me just finish organising some things and we can start.âÂ
Junâs eyelashes bat together in curiosity as he watches you rummage through some papers, before deciding it's worth sitting down to wait for you. He places himself down an empty desk, fishing out his notebook and laptop and whatever he may need, though he doesnât really know. By the time youâre making your way over to him, you set your stuff right next to his.Â
âOkay.â You let out a relieved breath, peering at him. âWhere do you want to start?âÂ
Oh, he hadnât really thought that far ahead yet.
âUh,â Jun stammers, fumbling for a moment, his mind suddenly drawing blanks. He quickly opens his notebook to the page where he had jotted down some half-baked notes during class and is staring back at him like a puzzle missing half its pieces. âMaybe⊠maybe we can start with what weâre going over in class right now? And just go down from there?â
âWe can do that,â You agree without hesitation, leaning in more so that you were able to see his notes. Jun draws himself slightly back. âSo, as you know, weâre going to have to be familiar with the parts and functions of the brain since itâs also part of the dissections. What I like to do is break it down into smaller sections and tackle each one individually. It might make the whole thing less overwhelming.â
Jun just nods, appreciating the way youâre making things more approachable.Â
You grab a blank sheet of paper and draw a quick, simple outline of the brain, labeling the major parts with clear, concise notes. âLetâs go over the basicsđthe cerebrum, cerebellum, and brainstem. These are the main regions we need to understand before diving into all the nitty-gritty details. Is that okay?â
He nods again, moving back slightly closer so he can see what youâre drawing.Â
âThe cerebrum is the largest part of the brain and is responsible for higher brain functions like thinking, reasoning, and sensory processing,â You continue, pointing to the relevant part of your drawing. âItâs divided into the left and right hemispheres, and each one controls the opposite side of the body.â
Jun watches as you explain, occasionally nodding to show heâs following along. Thereâs something calming about the way you speakđgentle, but confident, filled with poise. He tries to shake off the thought, reminding himself that heâs here to study, not to admire the way your eyes light up when you speak so passionately about a topic as ridiculous and complex as the damn brain.Â
Youâre so different from what people say. Thereâs no sign of the strict, no-nonsense TA everyone talks about.Â
â...and thatâs why the frontal lobe is so important for decision-making and problem-solving. I like comparing it to, letâs say, a CEO,â You explain. âItâs where a lot of our executive functions happen. Think of it as the brainâs âbossâ making the big decisions and planning.â
Jun blinks for a moment, snapping back to attention, quickly jotting down a note to make it seem like he was paying attention. He actually was, sort of. Somehow heâs lucky enough for you to not notice him being distracted (or you do, and heâs the one who didnât notice).Â
âFrontal lobe, right,â he mutters lowly, under his breath.
âThe cerebellum is our little assistant to the CEO. Itâs responsible for our movement, coordination, and balance,â You say, pointing to a spot on the sketch at the very back of the brain and above the brainstem. âThink of it as the brainâs quality control. It just makes sure that whatever movements we do are smooth and precise, soâŠâÂ
Nope. He still canât detect those rumours that paint you as some sort of cold, calculated, and harsh TA. He spots not a single one of those in your demeanour. Briefly, he wonders whether or not those rumours bother you, if theyâve ever bothered you or made you feel misunderstood. Swiftly, though, he brushes those thoughts awayđheâs more focused on you than the material at hand.Â
Itâs hard not to look at you, in all honesty.Â
âJunhui?â Your voice pulls him back to reality.
âHuh?â he responds, a little too quickly.
You tilt your head slightly, a small, knowing smile on your lips. âI asked if youâre ready to move on to the brainstem, or do you want to go over the cerebellum again?â
âOh, um⊠no, Iâm good,â he says, feeling his face heat up slightly. He hopes you donât notice how flustered he is. âLetâs move on.â
You nod, satisfied with his answer, and continue your explanation, turning your attention to the next section of the brain.Â
âThe brainstem,â You begin, pointing to an area at the bottom of the brain with the pencil. âis like the brain's relay station. It connects the brain to the spinal cord and controls many of the bodyâs automatic functions, like breathing, heart rate, and digestion. Without it, our bodies wouldn't be able to function properlyâŠâ
Jun observes as you draw a line down the sketch, clearly marking the brainstem. Heâs listening, or at least trying to, but his mind keeps drifting back to how comfortable this whole situation feels. He expected to be a nervous wreck, fumbling through explanations and possibly embarrassing himself in front of you. But instead, he finds himself oddly at ease, more focused on how youâre able to break down the complex information into something so much more digestible.
âStill with me?â You ask suddenly, looking up from your notes to meet his gaze.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm here,â Jun answers unsurely, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. He offers a small smile, hoping it masks his earlier distraction.
A flicker of amusement flashes in your eyes, and thereâs a warmth in your expression that puts Jun further at ease. âOkay, great. We can continue then.â
The rest of the session goes by surprisingly rather quickly. You guide Jun through the material, your explanations helping Jun absorb the information more effectively than the regular in-class lectures. It makes him think about how great you would be as a professor, or anything in the medical field. Everything just seems to flow out of you seamlessly as you discuss various brain functions and their relevance to anatomy and dissections.
As Jun is finishing up the last of some notes, you ask, âWould you mind if I write you a little sticky note? To tell you what to look over when youâre reviewing on your own?âÂ
Jun looks up, a bit surprised but grateful. âThat would be good, thank you.âÂ
You stand up to retrieve a sticky note from Professorâs Lee desk, before returning back to Jun and writing down:Â
Review over neuroanatomy and its functions! âąáŽâąÂ Â
Finally, you plaster the sticky note at the corner of the page in his notebook.Â
Thereâs a comfortable silence that follows as you both gather your belongings. It feels like a small victory for Junđhe not only survived the session but actually, in a way, enjoyed it.
As you both stand up, ready to leave, you glance over at him.
âBy the way, I donât think you need all that perfume on,â You say, a hint of laughter in your voice.
Junâs eyes widen, caught off-guard. Shit. âOh, uhđyeah, thatâŠâ
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âItâs not that itâs bad, itâs just⊠a little overwhelming. Maybe tone it down next time?â
Junâs face flushes as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. âSorry, I uh⊠was rushing and just grabbed what I could find. I didnât mean to overdo it.â
âYouâre all good,â You reassure him, still smiling as you sling your bag over your shoulder. âJust a little heads-up. So, anyway, for the next sessionâŠâ
Next session? His jaw nearly drops to the floor at your casual mention of a next session.Â
â...I think Iâll try and set up a little lesson plan we can reference off of⊠probably review over the cardiovascular systemâŠâ
âYou⊠You donât have to do all that,â Jun interjects. âIt sounds like a lot of work.âÂ
You dismiss him off with a reassuring wave. âItâs no trouble. I think itâll help to have a structured plan for us to follow. Itâll make sure we cover everything orderly.âÂ
Jun zips his mouth shut and just nods in agreement, unable to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, biting it back when he hangs his head down to the ground. When he perks back up, he finds you over at Professor Leeâs desk, sorting through some papers before organising the stack and preparing to finally leave. He opens his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stick to his tongue.
âIâll see you later?â Jun calls out to you instead, his voice bouncing off the walls of the lecture hall.Â
You glance up at him in acknowledgment. âIâll see you later, Junhui.â
He takes a visible gulp.
âJun,â he suddenly says, saying it as if he were correcting you, which in a way, he is, but it comes out a bit awkwardly. âYou can call me just Jun, if youâd like.âÂ
A wave of surprise washes over your features, before ultimately fading into a pleasant smile.
âAlright, Just Jun,â You reply, tilting your head slightly. âIâll see you later.âÂ
One could probably say youâre a party pooper. Not necessarily intentionally, but instead of filling up your college experience with going to parties and social events, you find yourself buried within pages of textbooks. Your weekends arenât filled with the chaoticness of drinking and loosening up; rather, they consist of quiet study sessions in your room and creating new lecture material.
Youâre not avoiding funđat least, thatâs what you always tell yourselfđyouâre just focused on achieving your academic goals.
Itâs a routine carved ever since you were younger, your parents constantly instilling that education is the key to success, and youâve taken that message to heart. From an early age, you learned to prioritise your studies over everything else. As you grew older, you carried that mindset with you, where youâve become known among your peers as the diligent, dependable student and TA who always has their priorities straight.
Your schedule is precise, your assignments are always turned in on time, always prepared for every quiz and exam, and your grades reflect the countless hours youâve spent studying. Itâs a reputation youâre proud of, but it also comes with a certain level of pressuređpressure to maintain those high standards, to never let yourself slip.
You sit back in the seat, satisfied after crafting a proper lesson plan and organising your materials for your next tutoring session. When you glance over at your planner to see who was coming in today, the name that you spot isđ
Knock.Â
You glance up from your planner and over to the door. âCome in!â
It takes a few moments for the door to swing in, and the tall figure that steps through is unmistakableđlight brown hair slightly fluffed out, a half-opened black backpack hanging on his shoulders, and an oversized hoodie that appeared way more comfortable than it needed to be.
âJun?â You look at the time on your phone. âYouâre here early.âÂ
âOh, yeahâŠâ Jun runs a hand through his tousled hair. âI thought showing up early could give us some extra time, maybe. Unless⊠unless youâre still busy?âÂ
You shake your head. âDonât worry, youâre fine. Just give me a few minutes and then we can start?â
âYeah. Take all the time that you need.âÂ
Once again, itâs only the two of you in the lecture hall. He ponders if youâve tutored any students before him today, hovering near you as he watches you sort through some papers and adjust your notes. The room is quiet except for the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Jun can sense his curiosity growing within him, making him fidget with the strap of his backpack.Â
âSo, uh⊠how long have you been a TA for Professor Lee?âÂ
You pick your head up from your papers, fingers resting at the edge of the desk.Â
âSince the beginning of the year,â You reply. âI got recommended to him by some previous professors, and I guess I couldnât say no to the opportunity.â
Jun nods slowly, thoughtfully. âDo you like it? Being a TA, I mean.â
You consider his question for a moment, feeling a bit reflective as you answer, âI do, actually. Itâs hard but rewarding, you know? I get to help students understand the material better, and I learn a lot in the process too. Itâs a good balance between teaching and learning, I would say.â
Jun takes in your words attentively, peeking his eyes toward you with an almost shy smile. Thereâs a quiet admiration in the way he looks at you that you donât notice, as if heâs trying to understand how you manage to keep everything together so well. Then a moment of silence fills the space between you two, not uncomfortable, maybe a bit awkward on his end, but more contemplative.
Jun shifts this abominable weight pressing down on him from one foot to the other. Heâs not used to being in situations like thisđalone with someone who seems so put together, so sure of themselves. Itâs both inspiring and a little intimidating. The silence seems to stretch, and you can see the gears turning in his head, like heâs on the verge of saying something but canât quite find the right words.
âI guess I wonder how you manage it all so well,â he remarks timidly. âYouâre always so organised and⊠on top of things. Iâm curious how you do it.â
You purse your lips together into a thin line and simply shrug your shoulders. âIâve always had high expectations for myself growing up and I guess itâs carried into everything I do now. Itâs become second nature, really.âÂ
As Jun takes in your words, that sense of admiration seems to soften into a bit of worry. Itâs amazing that you could handle so many responsibilities at once, but the more he thinks about it, the more it seems like a lot of stress and pressure to manage. He wonders if you ever feel overwhelmed or if it ever gets too much to handle at times.Â
You probably dođyouâre human, after allđand a twinge of concern snakes up his spine as he thinks about.
âAnyway, hm⊠I was thinking about going over the cardiovascular system for this session. What do you say?â You ask him.
Jun snaps out of his thoughts, walking briskly over towards the desk to take a seat. âOh, yeah. That sounds good.âÂ
The session is just similar to last time: you begin by outlining the cardiovascular system, breaking it down into different sections just as you did with the brain, and using relatable analogies with associating each part with their functions.
â...so the heart has four chambers: the left and right atria plus the left and right ventricles,â You explain, pointing down to the drawing you made with the tip of your pencil. âThe right side deals with deoxygenated blood, while the left side handles oxygenated blood. The heartâs valves make sure that blood flows in the correct direction. Think of it like⊠traffic signals.â
âTraffic signalsâŠâ Jun mutters to himself as he writes down notes. Knowing that this is all going on within his own body wraps around his mind uncomfortably.
As you continue explaining, thereâs that light again that Jun detects in your eyes, as well as the subtle lift to your lips that makes your voice just a step higher. His gaze also follows your hands that you unknowingly maneuver when you talk, the movements graceful and expressive, like youâre bringing the material to life.
âAre you familiar with where all your pulse points are?âÂ
Jun lifts a brow, thinking for a second, before taking a finger down to his wrist. âI think so. Thereâs one here⊠on the wristâŠâ
âThe radial artery.â
âRadial artery. Yeah.â Then he drags the tip of his finger up to his inner elbow. âThereâs also one here. The brachial artery, right?â
âYou got it.âÂ
He grins bashfully at that, though itâs quick to fade when he focuses again, pointing down to his leg. âThereâs also two here. Femoral and⊠pop⊠Popliteal?â
âYouâre right,â You confirm wholeheartedly, and Junâs heart flutters in small victory.Â
Jun then brings his hand back up, using two fingers to point to a spot on his neck.Â
âAnd, uh⊠The one here on the neck. ItâsâŠâ He continues pressing down into his skin to find where he can feel his pulse, but your eyes on him is causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. âUhâŠâ
âThe carotid artery. Right here.â
Before Jun has a chance to correct himself, youâre suddenly scooting closer to him in your chair, leaning in and extending an arm out towards him. The sudden contact of your fingers on the side of his neck makes his eyes widen and his breath to hitch.Â
Your fingers rest gently on the side of his neck, just below his jawline, and for a brief moment, the world outside of the lecture hall seems to disappear. The visible swallow of his Adamâs apple isnât hard to miss as he tries to focus on anything but the sensation of your hand on his neck.
Heat washes over his face, and he swears to himself that you could most definitely feel the way his pulse is running marathons under your touch. All of a sudden his tongue goes dry, his limbs go numb, and the way youâre so close to him makes it hard for him to properly think straight, let alone form any sort of coherent response.
Your eyes meet for a singular millisecond, too quick that Jun could have possibly been imagining it.
Pulling your hand away, you clear your throat soundly. âTry it.â
It takes Jun a moment to register you were talking to him, and he tentatively replaces the spot where your fingers were at with his own.
âRight here?â he asks.
âMhm.â Your gaze roams over his concentrated face. âApply a bit of pressure. Thatâs the carotid artery doing its work.âÂ
His pulse is certainly fast. The thought has him sinking into a pit of embarrassment.Â
But he only nods, keeping his voice steady as he says, âYeah, I feel it.â
âSo whenever you want to count your heart rate, this is one of the places you can check,â You instruct. âYou can just press down on that spot and count the number of beats you feel in 15 seconds. Then, multiply that number by four, and youâll have your heart rate in beats per minute.â
Jun attempts to listen to his heart rate, but the attentive look you have on your face as you watch him makes it really hard to properly count. So he chooses to let his hand fall back down. He wouldnât be able to calculate it with you here with him anyway.Â
When the two of you meet eyes for the nth time, thereâs a fleeting, almost electric moment of mutual awareness. None of you acknowledge it, yet it awkwardly lingers in the air. Warmth spreads across Junâs chest, coupled with a nervous energy that makes his heart beat soar just a little faster.
You break the tension with an airy chuckle. âAre you ready to move on?âÂ
Jun blinks a few times, shaking off whatever awkwardness swirling around him, and nods quickly. âYeah, Iâm ready.â
By the time he gets back to his apartment later that evening and begins to unpack his things from his backpack, a small piece of pink paper flutters down to the floor like a feather, landing by his foot. Itâs a sticky note, reading:
Good sesh today âąáŽâą Donât forget to review!
âThereâs no way Iâm touching a brain.â
âJun, you have to! Youâll be wearing gloves anywayđâ
âI cannot cut into a brain. That is gross,â Jun rebukes defensively, face scrunching up with stubborn refusal.Â
âJun, dissections are really important for anatomy,â You clarify calmly. âItâs part of the learning process.â
âYeah, I⊠I know,â he mumbles defeatedly, almost shameful to admit. âIâm not that good with, uh⊠dead things. Like, couldnât we look at diagrams or pictures instead? Theyâre less⊠squishy.âÂ
You smile amusedly at that, finding his squeamishness a bit endearing. But you straighten your posture and plaster on a reassuring look to your face.Â
âI understand that itâs not for everyone,â You respond, a comforting tone to your voice. âBut getting hands-on experience is really valuable. Itâs one thing to see it in a book, but actually being able to identify the structures in real life makes a big difference in how you understand the material.â
Jun still looks apprehensive, but your words bring a sparkle of determination to his eyes. The idea of cutting into something that used to be alive still makes his stomach turn and the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, but he knows that youâre right. When are you not right?
âIt just feels illegal,â Jun admits uneasily, a shudder running through him at the thought. âI donât know if I can handle it.â
âThatâs what Iâm here for, remember?â You lightly nudge him in the arm with your elbow, attempting to lighten the mood. âWeâre partners, after all.â
âYeah, butâŠâ Thereâs some hesitation, his gaze dropping down to his shoes. He lowers his voice as he speaks, âI want to show you that Iâm capable of doing somethingâŠâ
âThen weâll start off slow, make you become familiar with everything,â You reason gently. âI know youâre not the only one who feels queasy by it, but youâll have to face it. Facing your fears can help in conquering them, you know.âÂ
The corners of Junâs lips tug up at that, mainly from the fact that youâre able to reassure him this effortlessly. He canât tell if itâs exactly your words that eases up his nerves or if itâs simply your presence here with him right now thawing away the ice of his fears. Whatever it is, all he can really say is he likes knowing that you genuinely care.
And he likes knowing that youâre right next to him too.
âIf I freak out,â he starts. âYouâll promise to help me out?â
Your lips draw into a thin line, a certain playfulness softening the features of your face.Â
âNo promises, butđâ
âHey!â
âStudy what we discussed today and then Iâll consider it.â Thereâs still a twinge of tease to your words, but the edges are roughened with a touch of sincerity.Â
Jun just grins. How could anyone ever make up ridiculous rumours about you?
âGood game, man. Same time again next Saturday?â
Jun huffs out a winded breath, dabbing at the sweat that clings to his forehead with the edge of his shirt before taking a long chug out of the water bottle that Wonwoo tosses over to him.Â
âYeah. Iâll see you then,â he replies exhaustedly, taking another tip of water, feeling his muscles aching from the game.Â
As his friends leave the basketball court, he starts to retrieve his own belongings, slinging his backpack and hoodie over his shoulder and starting his walk towards the bus stop so he could go back home. The sun has completely set at this point, the night sky now blanketing the city in a cool, comfortable darkness. The breeze that floats through the air relieves some of the tension in his body, cooling his skin after the intense game. Jun walks slowly, taking his time on the way to the bus stop, simply savouring the peacefulness of the evening.
He considers getting food for himselfđthereâs a small convenience store that he spots at the corner of his eye, and his stomach rumbles at the thought.Â
He changes direction and heads toward the store, the faint jingling of the door chime greeting him as he steps inside. The store is a cozy, cluttered space with a mix of snacks, drinks, and other essentials. He decides on grabbing a cold drink and some instant ramen that he can heat up when he gets home. And after purchasing, he heads back outside and continues his way to the bus stop.
Tapping his bus card on the scanner, Jun makes his way toward the back of the bus and settles into a seat closest to the window, the seat right next to him vacant. The bus was mostly empty, but everyone else was spread out in their own seats either dozing off, listening to music, or staring out the window. Itâs quite nice, he must say.
The sounds of him crumpling his bag fills the still air of the bus as he waits for the bus to move, but the hissing of the doors opening perks his attention up.Â
Out of all things, he certainly never expected to see the sight of you breathlessly climbing onto the bus, muttering apologies towards the bus driver as you scramble for your bus card in your wallet. Your backpack is about to slip off your shoulder, cheeks flushed from assuming all the running you did to get here, and a mask of tiredness that you wear on your face that isnât hard to notice. Were you at campus? Itâs almost ten at night.Â
And out of all things, he didnât expect for you to come over to him among the many empty seats in the bus.Â
âHey,â You greet him breathlessly, glancing down at the empty seat next to him. âAre you fine with me sitting here?âÂ
Jun blinks, before speedily adjusting himself, forcing his body more into the seat so you would have all the room that you wanted. He gives you a nod.Â
Smiling faintly, you sit down right next to him, shoulder brushing against his. You settle your backpack on your lap and lean back a bit, finally allowing yourself to relax. The bus lurches, beginning to move forward. Jun lets his eyes wash over you.
âDid⊠you just come from campus?â he asks.Â
You laugh awkwardly at that. âYeah, I⊠I was studying.â
âYou study this late at night on campus?â
âI do.â Itâs a bit funny admitting that, you donât know why. âSorta lost track of time, I guess.âÂ
Jun keeps a fixed look on you, as if there was some anomaly within your words, but he knows youâre telling the truth. He just canât believe that anyone would stay on campus so late, plus you look way too tired, like you could pass out any second. Some worry flows down his body.Â
âThat sounds⊠exhausting,â he says, concern edging his voice. âAre you sure youâre okay?âÂ
You glance at him, eyes softening slightly. Thereâs something about him asking that tugs at your heart. âIâm fine. Itâs not unusual for me to be up late studying. Iâm used to it.â
Jun feels his fingers twitch around the bag in his grasp. âI see.â
You let your head fall slightly. âThank you though.â
He faces you curiously. âFor what?â
âJustâŠâ For being here? For asking if Iâm okay? âI donât know. Thank you.â
He doesnât know why youâre thanking him; if anything he should be the one thanking you.
âOh.â A small smile appears on his lips. âYouâre welcome.â
He feels weird. Not in a bad senseđfar from that, actually. Itâs basically his first time ever interacting with you that isnât on school grounds, and in a way right now, he isnât the student and youâre not the TA. Heâs simply Jun, and you are⊠well, you. Youâre just two people sharing a late bus ride, and Jun is oddly grateful for the chance to see this side of youđtired, a little vulnerable, but still yourself nonetheless.
The bus rumbles lightly. Silence swirling the air around the two of you. Jun glances at your profile, noticing how your eyes flutter shut for a brief second before snapping open again. His fingers twitch again, wanting to do something moređmaybe offer you his jacket, or ask if you need anythingđbut he holds himself back.
The thought of pushing himself to exhaustion like that feels foreign. But he knows you well enoughđor at least, heâs seen you enoughđto know youâre driven, always working hard, sometimes too hard. He doesnât know how to tell you that itâs okay to slow down.
âY/N?â he calls out quietly.
You face him with a cute, sleepy look. âHm?â
âYouâre falling asleep.â
You giggle lazily at that, the sound unguarded and relaxed. âSorry.âÂ
âItâs okay,â he says softly. âYou can close your eyes. Whenâs your stop?â
Gazing at the window for a few moments, you take note of the familiar surroundings that the bus passes by. âIt should be the next one.âÂ
Before you can settle back into the seat, Jun quickly adds, suddenly feeling brave, âYou can⊠lean on my shoulder if you want.â
You hesitate for a moment, then give him a drowsy, grateful smile. âI think Iâd like that.â
With a sigh, you allow your head to rest against his shoulder, and Jun could only imagine how uncomfortable his own shoulder might be compared to a pillow, but he doesnât mind, and neither do you as wellđat least he thinks you donât.
Your eyes are closed when Jun leans down to sneak a glance at your face, your features softened with exhaustion. Thereâs the faintest sight of a smile to your lips, and it makes his own curve up slightly too. His heart stirs in his chest, all while attempting to fully compose himself so you wouldnât be disturbed.Â
As his eyes drift back outside, he leans his own head on the window, watching the cityscape pass by. Thereâs fatigue crawling up his body too, but he forces himself to stay awake so that he knows when your stop is approaching. He casts glimpses down to you to make sure youâre still comfortable, but every time he looks at you, his heart seems to do a little jump, a little flutter in his chest.Â
Jun knows he shouldnât hope for anything more than this moment, knows he shouldnât let himself fall into dreams of what-ifs, but he canât help it. Admitting to himself that he likes you is bizarre, almost too bold for him to fully accept. Yet here you are, leaning against him, breathing softly in your dazed state as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.Â
And maybe, just maybe, he thinks, it could be.
You could tell there was something off about Jun today, and it seems to bother you a little more than you expect.Â
He just didnât seem to be⊠paying attention. You would explain something to him, and heâd reply with a small hum of acknowledgment before drifting off into a bit of a daydreaming state. Perhaps his mind was clouded and it wasnât your place to ask, or maybe he was just tired. Regardless, you knew that it wouldnât get either of you progress through this tutoring session, especially when youâre trying to instruct him about what to expect for the dissections.
âJun?â You snap your finger in front of his face, and he immediately perks up. âYou got all that down?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, the probeâŠâ He trails off, looking a bit lost. âUh, can you repeat it?â
âThe probe is used to explore and identify different anatomical structures,â You explain slowly. âBut remember to be careful with it. Tissues are very delicate, so one wrong move could cause damage.âÂ
You watch quietly as he writes down the notes, his head resting on his as if heâs struggling to keep his eyes open.
âI saw you fall asleep today in class.â
Jun looks back up at you, eyes widening as if what he had done was some sort of crime. He suddenly appears more awake than ever.
âCrap, I⊠Iâm sorry,â he mutters in apology, face flushing with embarrassment. âI knew you were lecturing since Professor Lee wasnât here today, but I just⊠I donât know. I couldnât keep my eyes open that well. Iâm really sorry.â
He could only assume the worstđthat youâre mad at him for falling asleep, when in reality he had stayed up late the night before to review over the material the two of you have covered so far during your sessions. But when your face softens into a look of understanding, he seems to relax. Just slightly.Â
âJun, itâs fine, really. I just wanted to make sure youâre okay,â You reassure him gently. âTrust me, youâre not in trouble and Iâm not mad.â
He swallows down the lump in your throat. âAre you sure?â
âPositive.â
âLike really sure?â
âOne thousand percent.â
âIâm not convinced.â A sly grin spreads across Junâs face. What a dork.
âUnfunny,â You huff, before taking a seat right next to him and flipping through the pages in your lesson plan.Â
Once again, Jun props an elbow on the table and leans his head on his hand, a playful smirk lingering on his face as he watches you. You feel his eyes on you.Â
âIt sort of gave me a little glimpse into your life, you know.âÂ
You glance up, intrigued. âYeah? And what did you take from that?â
âThat⊠I really cannot and will never be on your level of studying,â Jun admits sheepishly. He seems to crawl into himself a bit more as he continues hesitantly, âand, uh, made me admire you a little bit more too.â
You freeze at that, pausing mid-flipping through a page in your planner as his words float through the air. Admire⊠you? It wasnât something you ever anticipated hearing from himđever anticipated to see him this forwardđespecially not today when he seemed so out of it.
You clear your throat softly, trying to act nonchalant. âYou admire me?â
Jun chuckles softly, the sound a little awkward as he tries to ease the tension. âWell, who wouldnât?â
Heâs probably digging himself into a bit of a hole right now, perhaps overstepping a small boundary of what was supposed to be just a casual tutoring session. But really, despite these sessions honestly really helping with understanding the material, heâs mainly here because⊠well⊠he gets to spend time with you.Â
âSorry, I-I mean⊠I made this weird, didnât I?â Jun swiftly corrects himself, face flushing deeper with each word that leaves him. âI guess I just want to thank you for pushing me to do better. Iâve always⊠kind of admired that about you for a while now.â
Even you momentarily forget what you wanted to discuss with him for the session, a surge of warmth shooting through your body. The only sounds you could hear right now are the branches outside hitting the window from the wind and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The room was quiet, filled with an awkward, yet comfortable tension that neither of you seemed to know how to break.
âIâm glad to hear that,â You tell him. âIt means a lot that you feel that way.âÂ
Relief and apprehension hugs around Jun, as if unsure whether he should say anything more or go back to tutoring. But he thinks heâs already said enoughđat this point his tired brain nearly made him confess his feelings, and that would be utterly stupid of him.Â
âBut you should really learn how to rest,â he suddenly says firmly.
You laugh that off way too easily. âYou know that I canâtđâ
âI know, but⊠come on, just rest for a little bit,â Jun insists. âAt least for a few minutes.â
âYouâre seriously telling me to rest while Iâm here to tutor you?â You lift a brow, almost teasingly.
The way he only nods and gazes at you with pleading eyes almost resembling a cat stretching out for attention makes it almost impossible to resist. And you would hate to admit that yeah, maybe you do push yourself way too much, that all the strenuous effort you put into studying is now starting to take a noticeable toll on you. At the moment, rest does sound really nice.
âMy friends and I are planning a hangout this weekend at my place, if youâd like to join us. You⊠You donât have to if you donât want to, or if youâre not into that kind of stuff,â Jun informs you sheepishly. âItâs not a lot of us too, but if you ever want to just⊠unwind, you know, you could stop by. We arenât doing anything too wild, just a chill get-together. Theyâre all cool, I swear.â
You consider his offer. Again, you were never much of a party person nor ever gave a crap about that sort of stuff, but the thought of taking a break from your routine is a bit... enticing, to say the least.
âIâll think about it. Thank you,â You say with a grateful smile, finally giving in. âGive me a few minutes to tidy up?â
Jun watches for a few moments as you quickly organise through your notes and gather up the loose papers that have accumulated on the table, standing up and heading to the front of the lecture hall to put away the rest of the materials that you wonât need for the session.Â
As he waits for you to finish, Jun sets aside his own stuff, folds his arms and places them on the table, slowly guiding his head to rest on top. He closes his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity to rest as much as his body craves.
By the time you get back, you catch a glimpse of Junâs relaxed form in his seat, and your heart does a little flip in your chest. The corners of your lips tug up unknowingly into a soft smile as you settle into the seat cautiously next to him, feeling a wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once.
Itâs rare that you let yourself go these days, but with Jun here, it seems easier to let your guard down, even for just a few minutes.Â
Without much thought you let your head rest gently on your own arms, finding yourself staring at the front lecture hall, before ultimately, moving your head so that you were facing Jun. Youâve never seen him this close before, drawn into his features for a moment or twođover his closed eyes and the small moles that pepper his cheek and one particular spot above his lips, which were curled up slightly. Contentment warms you like a blanket as you let your eyes drift to a close.
Unbeknownst to you, Jun slowly peeks his eyes open, being met with the sight of you resting so peacefully and comfortably beside him. A sense of calm takes over the vast lecture hall as he simply watches you, even feeling brave enough to lightly brush a strand of hair away from your face with his finger, before quickly pulling back when he catches your nose scrunching a little in your sleep. His heart swells even more.
He decides on settling back into his own arms, taking one last glance at you before drifting back into light sleep.Â
âYouâre way too smiley to be going to a tutoring session,â Chan points out as he catches Jun about to leave. âIsnât it like your third time alone this week? Last week you went twiceâŠâ
Jun snorts annoyedly at that. âYeah, and?â
âWeâre just saying youâre way too happy to be going to tutoring, man,â Soonyoung continues on, an edge of suspicion to his words. âDid you find out the meaning of life? Figure out why our bodies cause us to shit and piss or why the earth goes around the sun?â
âIâd be happy to answer that question if youâre curious,â Jun states wryly.Â
Soonyoung scrunches his face and shakes his head. âPlease donât.âÂ
His roommate only observes as Jun stuffs his feet into his Converse, which looked to be at the end of its life. Minghao comes out moments later, toothbrush in his mouth with bits of foam to the corners of his lips. Along with Soonyoung and Chan, the three of them watch as Jun finishes lacing up his shoes, his good mood unwavering.
âI think I have an answer to that question,â Minghao says, voice somewhat muffled.
Soonyoung faces the younger boy. âThe piss or the earth one?â
âHe has a crush,â Minghao states flatly, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face despite the toothbrush still dangling from his lips.
âA crush?â Soonyoungâs eyes widen as he exchanges a glance with Chan, the two of them looking like they were about to combust any second. âA crush on that scary TA?â
âTheyâre not scary!â Jun protests, face reddening hearing his own loud voice, secretly hoping to make some sort of quick escape before his friends could pry any further into his dry love life, but he knows he wonât be able to get them off his ass. âSo what if I have a crush on them?â
Soonyoungâs jaw drops to the floor at that, before bursting into laughter. ââSo whatâ? Youâre totally into them!â He starts bouncing on his toes, a grin stretching across his face. âYouâre in loooove with the scary TA! This is gold.â
Jun could seriously strangle all of his roommates right now. He runs a hand through his hair and glances at the door, regretting opening his mouth. Was he seriously that obvious? âYou guys are blowing this way out of proportion.âÂ
âBro, youâre blushing so hard right now,â Chan chimes in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âDonât even try to deny it.â
Minghao chuckles, finally pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth. âItâs obvious. You donât study like that for just anyone.â
Junâs face turns an even deeper shade of red. âIđokay, fine! Maybe I like them a little bit, but itâs not a big deal! Iâm just trying to do well in class. Now, can I leave?âÂ
It takes one last torturous minute of teasing before Jun shoots his roommates with annoyed looks and heads out of the apartment.
Normally at nine oâclock, you would most likely be in the campus library studying until your eyes go dry, or in your own place with textbooks sprawled over your bed. But this time, you find yourself right in front of the address Jun sent youđhis address, specifically.
Youâd spent the past few days thinking about his invitation, and despite some initial hesitation, you may be looking forward to this little break from your routine. Because according to Jun from a text he sent you the night before along with the address: itâs what you deserve.
Your heart still does a little jump when you think about it still.
[09:08 | y/n] Hey Jun! Iâm here by the way
Your phone vibrates right away.
[09:09 | just jun] WHAT omg
[09:09 | just jun] sorry iâm coming out right now!!!
Thereâs a figure that emerges from a door, waving to you from above. You give out a small wave as you start to make yourself comfortable on the front steps of the building. Jun hurries down the stairs, looking both relieved and a bit flustered as he reaches you.
âHey, IâŠâ His eyes roam over you from head-to-toe. âI didnât think youâd actually show up.âÂ
You offer a tentative smile. âWell, I figured, you know? Thought it would be nice to stop by for a little bit. Plus you live closer than I thought.â
Junâs face brightens, the relief in his own grin oozing its way into your heart, and he gestures for you to follow him back to his place.
Just as he promised, the gathering was quite small. Jun introduces you to his roommatesđMinghao, Soonyoung, and Chan are their names (Soonyoung and Chan look oddly more excited to see you, for some reason)đand two others in his year. You recognise Wonwoo, who is a TA from the English department, and the other is Jihoon, whose name had been tossed around quite frequently during your time in university.
Overall, the vibes have been quite laid-back, and the apartment has been warm and inviting so far.
âDo you want something to drink?â Jun asks as he leads you towards the kitchen, where some food and snacks were sprawled across the counter. âThereâs water, soda, and um⊠some alcohol too.â
Your eyes roam over the assortment on the counter, gaze lingering on the bottles of alcohol. For some reason the idea of relaxing and letting loose feels particularly appealing tonight, and you can hardly remember the last time you had a proper drink of⊠anything.Â
âIâll take some alcohol,â You answer, suddenly feeling a bit adventurous; it even surprises Jun.Â
Jun pulls one of the bottles and pours you a generous amount before handing it to you, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as you find yourself settling down in a seat near Wonwoo and Jihoon.Â
Soonyoung and Chan come into view a few minutes later, and theyâre still looking at you as if youâve come in with a second head.
âYouâre not scary,â Chan claims randomly, scanning you up and down with his eyes closely.
You lift a brow and look behind you, thinking he was talking to someone, before turning back to him.Â
âMe?â You point to yourself. âScary?âÂ
Soonyoung takes a sip of his own drink before saying, âYeah, dude, I mean⊠There used to be a lot of rumours spread about you being like, mean and stuff, you know? Iâm talking about people saying you were super strict, always serious, and that if anyone messed up in class, youâd roast them alive.â
You almost want to laugh at that. Sure, youâve heard plenty of those rumours before and never really let it get to you, or had the time to straight up dismiss them, but you didnât think people were still clinging onto those thoughts nowadays.Â
âDid you expect me to show up with devil horns and a pitchfork?" You joke, finally allowing yourself to laugh, shaking your cup in amusement. âWow, I didnât realise I was so terrifying. Maybe I should start living up to it now.â
Soonyoung lets out a hearty laugh, almost choking on his drink. âPlease, no! Weâre all just barely surviving as it is.â
âNah, youâre good as you are. If anything Iâm glad to see that the stuff people have said arenât true,â Chan adds in.
An exaggerated gasp leaves Soonyoung. âOh my, God, wait! Does this mean weâre friends now?â His excitement is so over-the-top that you canât help but laugh too.Â
âI donât know. Maybe,â You tease with a faint smirk, shrugging. âIf you behave.â
âIâll take that as a yes,â Soonyoung declares, grinning ear to ear as Chan gives him an enthusiastic high five. His face is already turning the slightest bit of red from the alcohol. âJun, youâre in good hands!â
In the kitchen, you catch Jun gazing over his shoulder and towards his friends. And when his eyes land on you, he shoots you a brief smile before quickly taking his eyes away, but the tips of his ears being red doesnât go unnoticed when he turns away.
As the night continues, you find yourself letting loose, more than youâve ever done recently. You find yourself easily getting along with the lively atmosphere of Jun and all of his friends. You donât really know how many drinks youâve taken at this point in time, how many refills youâve been offered, but the buzz you feel is pleasant and warm, your inhibitions slowly but surely melting away. Laughter tumbles out of you as if it was the most natural thing in the world, almost to the point you feel your chest physically ache.
Occasionally, from the side, Jun quietly watches you. He can feel his own mood lifting with every smile that finds its way on your face. Itâs almost as if heâs looking at a completely different personđsomeone entirely the opposite from the studious TA heâs been used to this entire time.
But the second he sees you stumble slightly when you come out from a bathroom break, a pang of worry hits him.
âYou okay?â he asks you when you nearly run into him, making him circle his arms around you out of habit in case you might fall. However, youâre somehow so close to him that he can feel the warmth of you through his clothes. Your cheeks are flushed, and youâre grinning lazily up at him, the effects of the alcohol clearly taking their toll.
âOh, doing lovely, umâŠâ You assure him, voice wobbly as you clear your throat. âThe alcohol was awesome. I havenât⊠I havenât drank like this in such a long time. It feels sooooo nice.âÂ
You nearly stumble into him again as you attempt to move past him, and heâs quick as the Flash to grab you by the shoulders, his hands squeezing tightly around your forearm.Â
âI think you should sit down, Y/N.âÂ
âBu-But I donât want to!âÂ
A playful pout spreads across your face as he carefully leads you back to the quiet kitchen, away from whatever version of charades the others have put on in the middle of the living room.
âYouâve drank too much,â Jun points out worriedly. âDo you want me to take you home? I can walkđâ
âWhat are you? My⊠my boss or something? Iâm supposed to be the one in control here! Iâm⊠Iâm the one making the decisions, not you!â You protest, a weak, half-hearted attempt at establishing your authority as you knead the fabric of his shirt into your fists.Â
Did you have to be so cute when youâre drunk? Though Jun is fast to shake those thoughts away and focus more on making sure youâre okay, having to bite the bottom of his lip to conceal an incoming, endearing grin at your silly antics.Â
âCome on, let me get you some water and then Iâll take you home, okay?â Jun offers, and you give him a tight-lipped smile.Â
âBut I am home,â You slur lowly, circling a finger in front of his face, close enough you may jab him in the eye. âIâm home here⊠with youâŠâ
Jun seriously doesnât know how he would be able to dismiss those words that left your mouth, even in your inebriated state. It doesnât help that youâre also looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile, like the world is spinning and yet heâs the only one keeping you steady.Â
âLetâs go. Iâm taking you home,â Jun says as he snatches up a bottle of water and slowly coaxes you towards the door, not before announcing to his friends as well, who all seem too drunk to even care anyway.
The second the cool air meets your skin and the cold water flows down your throat, you seem a little more lucid, but not entirely. You still clung an arm around Junâs own arm, which was hanging loosely and awkwardly to the side, your steps a bit uneven as you walk down the street together.
Jun holds his breath every time your body knocks into his side, afraid you might lose balance, but you somehow manage to stay uprightđbarely. The warmth of your arm wrapped around his doesnât go unnoticed.
âHey, Y/Nđâ
âShhhhh,â You suddenly hiss, making Jun shut his mouth. âYouâre too loud.â
Jun hangs his head down in slight guilt. âSorry.â
âHmm, isokay,â You mutter, tightening a grip on his and nearly causing Jun himself to stumble. âYou know, youâre always so⊠nice. Itâs kinda weird.âÂ
Jun tilts his head, somewhat confused by your drunken logic. He glances at you, catching the way your cheeks are shaded with a rosy hue and the warmness to your hazy eyes.Â
âWeird?â he repeats curiously.
âYeahâŠâ You draw out the word clumsily, shifting your eyes towards him, gaze lingering on him a little longer than usual. âItâs like youâre not real sometimes.â
âYouâre holding onto me.â Jun shakes his arm, and you still carry a tight grip on his arm, fingers digging lightly into the material of his sleeve. âI think Iâm very real.â
âI know,â You mumble, scrunching your nose endearingly, as if you still don't believe him. âBut you barely know me.âÂ
Thereâs a few moments of contemplation that passes by between the two of you. Your steps have somehow managed to sync with each other, the streetlights above casting down a soft glow on the pavement below, and the quiet night feels oddly⊠intimate.Â
âMaybe.â Jun shrugs, voice low and soft. âBut I like what I know so far.âÂ
Now itâs your turn to grow silent, a wave of realisation cutting through your inebriated thoughts. Your grip goes from loose to tight on Junâs arm, your chest and heart feeling heavier than it did moments ago, and it certainly was not because of the alcohol.
Your mind is practically aching with all these thoughts, aching with the urge to do something about it, and the way Junâs side profile is illuminated under the streetlight doesnât help the situation at all.
âItâs funny, because I⊠I would see you come into class. AndâŠâ You let out a giggle. âI donât know. My first thought was always that you were cute. Hmm, maybe dreamy too? Yeah, dreamy⊠Thatâs a silly word.âÂ
Before Jun can say anything to that, the words seem to tumble out of you.Â
â...Iâd see you fall asleep in the back of the class, or come late to lecture, and Iâd think you were cute seeing you so panicked⊠And when you asked me to tutor you, I was so happy. Itâs justđI-I donât know.â A brief pause, before you continue, âIs this what liking someone is?âÂ
Jun doesnât notice how much his steps have faltered, his voice and own words getting caught somewhere between his throat and his heart. Thereâs a mix of panic, disbelief, and excitement flowing through him, almost too much he canât quite process going from emotion to the other. However, how the hell does he respond when the person heâs been developing feelings for says something like that so openly?
âShit, Iâve⊠Iâve made this weird, havenât I?â You give yourself a light facepalm, before carding a hand through your hair. A yawn starts to leave you. âIâm just all over the place right now, Iâm sorryâŠâ
Jun wants to say something, needs to say something, but he stumbles over his words. âI⊠Y/N, Iđâ
Before he can finish his sentence, you trip slightly, and he instinctively pulls you closer, catching you with both hands. A wholehearted round of laughter tumbles out of you, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment, and for a split second, everything feels still. His heart races faster than ever.
He lets you take the lead on the way back to your apartment complex, feeling as if he had been walking on eggshells the entire time. The buzz of the alcohol running its laps through you has seemed to soften, and if anything, youâre more than ready to sink into your bed for the night. Although thereâs comfortable quietness in the air now, Jun canât stop replaying all the words youâve said to him tonight alone.
Before he can fully process everything, you come to an abrupt stop just outside your building, turning to look at him.
You stare at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his face as if youâre trying to commit everything to memory. Then, without thinking, you step up to him and press a kiss to his cheek. Itâs quick, fleeting, the gesture so unexpected it sends a rush of heat flooding up his neck and straight to the tips of his ears. Heâs practically on fire, at this point.Â
When you pull back, thereâs a bashful smile playing at your lips. âGoodnight, Jun.â
You donât think you can ever look at Jun in the eyes without wanting to sink into the ground, because each time he comes into view, it reminds you of the absolute idiot you put on show for him last weekend. Itâs harder to pay attention when your hands seem to touch every given opportunity. You just have to make it through one last tutoring session before the big dissections later that week.
âSo, um, weâll use the forceps to clamp and separate through the tissues,â Jun explains, pointing towards the dissection guide displayed on the table, still feeling a tad bit queasy at the thought of it, even if the dissection pan was empty. âThen the scalpel will be used to cut on the incision lines we marked.â
âThatâs right. You got it,â You say with a small smile, briefly casting a glance towards him, watching the way he adjusts the goggles on his face.Â
The two of you decided on running through the dissection for practice, focusing instead on the procedural steps and techniques. Itâs been smooth-sailing so farđJun looks more confident and comfortable as he walks through each stepđand youâre positive that the actual lab will go well.
On the other hand, you both canât deny the awkwardness thickening through the room, drifting within the crevices of even the most subtle interactions.Â
âAlright, so once weâve done that, weâll⊠uh, weâllâŠâ Junâs voice trails off as he fumbles slightly with the scalpel, trying to decide between placing it on the tray or handing it to you, his gloved fingers brushing against yours again as you grab it from him.
âSorry,â You both blurt out at the same time, voices mixing into one.
As you both share an embarrassed laugh, a few moments of silence follows. It seems to dissipate the tension in the air. Some of it, at least.
Jun clears his throat. âY/N, Iđâ
âItâs fine,â You assure calmly. âLetâs just keep going.âÂ
âI⊠Okay.â His shoulders slump in a pit of defeat as he fixes his attention back down towards the task at hand. âCan you, uh⊠pass me the probe?â
You nod and hand it over to him, trying to attentively listen as he explains the function of the tool and how it would be used for the lab, adding any feedback along the way. Youâre surprised at how easily you fall back into a comfortable rhythm, as if the moments from earlier had ceased to exist, as if that night and your stupidity didnât happen, but only you both know about the unacknowledged elephant in the room.
The rest of the practice goes by without any more mishaps. The next thing you know, youâre pulling off your gloves and taking off your safety goggles as Jun sets the dissection tray away. By the time he returns, heâs surprised to see you already grabbing your belongings like youâre ready to leave.
Jun swallows down the nervous lump lodged in his throat. âY/N, wait.â
You pause in the middle of stuffing some notebooks inside your backpack, already feeling the apprehension snaking up your spine as you face him.
âCan⊠Can we talk?â Jun asks hesitantly.
A sigh leaves you. âLook, that was really dumb of me, I get it. I shouldnât have⊠kissed you on the cheek like that and said all those weird things. It was impulsive and I was drunk. Iâm sorry, I shouldâve known my limits, or maybe just have not come at allđâ
âI was really happy that you came,â Jun interrupts, a voice almost too loud in the quiet, empty lab room. He rubs his gloved hands together nervously. âAnd, um, the kiss... I liked it. It was, well⊠kind of nice.â
You really canât tell if his words are making you feel any better or worse, if the hesitation on his side makes you want to sink more into the ground or feel a bit of hope. Regardless, itâs hard to ignore the warmth growing in your face as your fingers tighten around the strap of your backpack.Â
âI guess what Iâm trying to say is that I like you too, and I wanted to finally tell you that before you left my place. But then things got a little messy and it was a bit overwhelming, so I wanted to take you home because you looked like you were about tođâ
âJun, justâŠâ You chime in ruefully, clearly not wanting to relive your stupidity. âGo back a little. You like me too?â
Jun takes in a deep, slow breath.
âYes,â he says firmly. âHoly shit. I canât believe I said that.âÂ
The laughs that leave you two sound more freeing in a way, more effortless, like the thick, heavy fog that settled around the room has been lifted, and for the first time in days, everything is more clearer.Â
The carefree grin that Jun catches to your features nearly forces him to step up towards you, but he holds back. Instead, he thinks the sight of you looking so naturally happy is something he could cherish for a very, very long time.
âSo, uhâŠâ he starts, shooting a sheepish glance down at his shoes before meeting your gaze once more. âWeâre okay?â
You only nod.
âWeâre okay,â You confirm softly. âMaybe more than that.âÂ
As you finish getting ready to leave, you turn back to Jun, who nearly drops the dissection pan in his hands.Â
âI have a meeting to go to right now,â You tell him. âBut afterwards, I could⊠text you?âÂ
His face brightens expectantly, attempting to keep the excitement coursing through him at bay. âYeah, yeah, of course. Um⊠have a good meeting.âÂ
Heâs cute. And silly. And weird. But you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Before you finally leave the lab room, you take a leap of faith and turn back around, heading straight towards Jun. Heâs in the middle of taking off his goggles when you find yourself standing back in front of him, and a mischievous grin etches across your face. Jun takes a few steps back, his ass nearly stumbling into the table behind him.
âOne more thing.â You reach up and to gently tug the goggles off his face, and the contact of your fingers to his hair has Jun bracing himself for doomsday. Your breath fans against his skin for a moment, and when you pull away, youâre holding up the goggles towards him. âYou were wearing these upside down the entire time.â
Jun chokes on air, and you let out a giggle.
Shit.
Jun cannot focus right now.
The goggles feel uncomfortable on his face, the gloves make his skin feel clammy, the uncomfortable, pungent smell of formaldehyde fills the lab room and his nostrils. Not to mention that thereâs a goddamn sheep brain sitting on the metal pan in front of him.Â
Perhaps he can call it quits nowđtake the zero for the lab and run for the hills, drop out of university, become a nomad in the countryside and never have to touch any sort of assignment again. In his mind right before the dissection starts, it really doesnât seem like a bad idea. Not a bad idea at allâŠ
âJun?â
He snaps his eyes back at you. Youâre wearing your own pair of gloves and goggles, positioning the dissection tools on the table, eyebrows raised in worry.Â
âAre you good? Weâre about to start,â You tell him. âYou look a little pale.â
He blinks a few times, trying to compose and mentally ready himself, acting like he hasnât just spent the last few minutes imagining an escape plan abandoning all forms of education. âYeah, I⊠Iâm good.â
âYou good to start?â You ask, and the concern he senses in your voice makes his heart soften. âOr do you want me to take over first?âÂ
Thereâs that offer again, the one he knows he should probably accept for the sake of his sanity, but thereâs also a part of him that doesnât want to back out now. Not when heâs finally managed to clear the air between the two of you, when things are more comfortable than theyâve been in weeks.Â
Jun exhales, shaking the tenseness out of his body. This is it. Glancing around the room, he notices that other students have already started their dissections with ease. He looks down at the sheep brain again, feeling that queasiness rising, but just your presence right next to him seems to settle down his nerves way more than it should.
He steels himself, trying to cling to that feeling instead of the growing discomfort in his stomach. He can do this. Itâs just a brain. A sheep brain, he reminds himself, as if that makes it any better.
Letting out one last breath for good measure, he reaches for the scalpel.Â
âIâm good,â he says, more to himself than to you. âLetâs do this.âÂ
His hand quivers as he leans in towards the sheep brain, its colour slightly pinkish and grey. His nose crinkles the closer he gets to it, and the second he lightly grazes the scalpel along the surface of the brain, he canât help but wince. At his side, he feels your shoulder make contact with his, and helps ground him a little more.Â
Narrowing his eyes, he focuses on making a precise incision straight down the middle of the brainđthe medial longitudinal fissure, he recallsđhis hand trembling slightly as he draws the scalpel down. The smell of formaldehyde grows stronger as he slices through the tissue, and the somewhat gelatinous texture that the brain has is incredibly off-putting.Â
When he finally finishes, you help part the brain in half, and Junâs eyes widen in awe at how visible the structures are.Â
âYou did pretty well.â You send an encouraging smile Junâs way, taking the probe in your hand and motioning towards the exposed structures. âSee? Look at that. You can see all the parts clearly.â
Jun takes a leap of faith and points to a particular part. âThatâs⊠the thalamus there, right? And the hypothalamus is right below it.âÂ
You nod proudly. âYou got it. And this section right here?â
âThe⊠pons? And then, uh⊠Oh! The medulla oblongata. Then the spinal cord starts beneath it.â
âYep. Here?â
âThe cerebellum!âÂ
Your own heart seems to swell with every step up his confidence goes, whatever discomfort he was initially feeling begins to be melted away under the warmth of your praise. You bring your eyes up from the brain, letting it roam over his side profile, taking in the way the goggles make his hair stick out in odd angles, the curve of his jaw as he tilts his head slightly, brows furrowed in concentration.
As Jun pinpoints another structure on the brain, he faces toward you for confirmation, only to be met with your eyes already on him. He opens his mouth to say something, before slowly shutting it, and for a split second, he forgets about the question he was about to ask, the lab, everything else.
âDid I get it right?â Jun questions, feeling the confidence flowing through him falter under your thoughtful expression. âThis is the sulcus? And the gyrusâŠâ
You lower your attention back down to the sheep brain, realising he was pointing to a spot with the probe.Â
âHm, justâŠâ You start, leaning in a bit closer to examine where heâs pointing to. With a sly smirk, you reach over to grasp his wrist lightly, slowly guiding his hand more accurately with the probe. Your warmth slips teasingly under his skin. âThe sulcus is the little groove right here, and the gyrus is the ridge surrounding it. See it?â
Jun swears youâre doing this on purpose, and whatever it is, itâs working.
âGot it,â he mumbles, hoping you wonât be able to see the flush to his cheeks under the goggles. His eyes flicker between the brain and your face, noting the playful glint in your pupils that certainly isnât from the fluorescent lighting of the lab room. âI see it now. Thanks.â
You let go of his wrist, still wearing that mischievous look at your lips, though it fades into something more genuine now. âYouâre doing good, you know.â
Relief hits him from your words. He does feel way more comfortable, the entire lab becoming less daunting all because you were simply right here next to him. His mind momentarily flashes back to all what youâve done for himđfrom the tutoring, to the way youâve been nothing but supportive and patient with him, before it all circles back to the mutual fondness blooming its way within the crevices of your hearts together.
He likes you, and you like him back. Jun still has no idea how this came to be, because he used to think he had no such chance with you. Yet now, he has the freedom to think about where he wants to take you on your first date.
The rest of the dissection goes by with ease. Slowly but surely, other students begin to clean up their workspace and submit their lab reports to Professor Lee, their tasks winding down as the lab session comes to a close. The lab starts to empty out as the minutes tick by, and it isnât long until thereâs just a few more students leftđyou and Jun included.
âHere, Iâll finish up here,â You tell him, taking the brain into your hands without hesitation and placing it into a sealed bag for disposal later on. Then you take the dissection tools into your hands and walk off towards the sink to wash them, leaving Jun hanging in a bit of a daze.Â
âI⊠What can I do then?â he asks, wanting to contribute still.
You turn back to him, humming in contemplation.Â
âLetâs see⊠Disinfect the table, take off your gloves and goggles, and thenâŠâ Your lips quirk up again. âJust stand there and look cute. Iâll handle the rest.âÂ
The tips of his ears flush with heat as you casually sidle away from him and towards the sink. Jun shakes away the flutters in his stomach, though the corners of his lips tugs upwards as he works on cleaning up the table.Â
Jun is already waiting by the door with his backpack on his shoulders as you finish up some tasks with Professor Lee. Once you get the signal that youâre free to leave, Jun feels the excitement pool down to his feet, a sense of accomplishment knowing that he was able to get through the one lab he dreaded most, and finished the class with a passing grade.
As you both exit the building, Jun pauses in his place, watching you continue to walk a bit without him.
âI owe you a date, you know,â he calls out to you with determination, though a pinch of nervousness still lingers.
You turn back to him curiously, and the way the sun catches on your face makes you appear more radiant above anything else. âA date, you say?âÂ
âYeah, IâŠâ He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. âBefore all of this, I told you I would owe you something for helping me, and wellâŠâ He lets his shoulder relax. âI want to take you on a date.âÂ
Jun watches the way a bunch of emotions seem to morph among your face. Even with knowing how you feel for him, he still braces himself for a different kind of response.Â
Biting at the bottom of your lip, you step back up to him, and before he could fully process whatâs happening, you answer him with a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek. Right at the corner of his lips, to be specific. Then you reach down and grip his wrist, tugging him gently towards you.
âYouâre on,â You challenge, a playful sparkle to your eyes. âLetâs get going.â
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jun - school day
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"mrs. wen! can we go to recess early today?" one of your students ask.
you cross your arms and give them a stern look before smiling. "if you guys can cleanup quickly, then you can go early," you say to them, "but you need to listen to my instructions so we clean up properly."
"yes mrs.wen!"
your students are clearly eager for a few extra minutes of recess, so you quickly go through the cleanup process from the science experiment you had conducted for their lesson. all of them cleanup quickly while you dispose of some of the household chemicals that were used for the experiment.
"okay, for listening to me and following directions carefully, you guys can go to recess early," you say to your students once they are back in their seats.
"yay!"
"thank you!"
"yes!"
they start to cheer, but you're quick to quiet them down. "everyone, there's other classes next to us, so be respectful," you say to them. "lineup," you instruct them as you walk to the door. all of them lineup and you open the door to the classroom.
you bring your class to the door that leads them to the playground and open it.
"alright guys, be careful outside today. there's still some puddles from when it rained," you say to your students as you let them outside to play on the playground.
"thank you mrs. wen!"
"thank you!"
your students start running out to the playground with you walking with them. all of them hurry to the various playground equipment and start playing.
after a few minutes, other classes start coming out and you see your coworkers bring their students out.
"you let them out early?" one of your coworkers asks you.
"i finished my lesson a lot earlier than i expected, and they've been good lately," you explain.
"mine are rascals," another coworker sighs as she sits down next to you. "hey, where did jun go?" she asks, looking around.
"huh? he's gone?" another coworker asks and looks around. then, he points, "found him."
you look over and see your husband rounding up a group of students on the grass next to the kickball field.
"he's so energetic," one of your coworker comments.
"tell me about it," you reply.
"is he like this at home?" she asks.
you shrug, "sometimes. i think he's not as energetic because it's just us at home. he uses up his energy with his students."
"everyone! follow me!" you hear jun yell as students follow after him.
"he's so playful," another coworker comments as she watches jun direct students onto the kickball field.
"he's a good teacher though," another coworker says.
you look over the playground and watch over some of the students that are playing, making sure they don't go too crazy. as you watch over some students, you sense someone coming up to the table you're at.
"honey," jun calls for you and grabs your hand. "come on," he quickly urges.
"what?" you question him.
"we need another team captain," he says to you with a smile. "all of them asked for you," he says, gesturing to the students that are on the field.
you sigh, "you're grading all of my worksheets for me."
âonly if your team wins,â jun instantly replies.
you raise an eyebrow, realizing the incentive. âalright, and if your team wins, iâll buy all the craft supplies that you need for next week.â
he grins, "deal," he says and takes you away from the table.
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Mingyu 11/8/24 Weverse Update
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Dino is the definition of pocketsizedđ
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đïž Cam&Em Studios Presents...
Cam [ @highvern] and Em [ @gyuswhore] are proud to welcome you into the 2024 academic year with the Seventeen TA Collab! Take a look at our Course Options collated by your favourite writers, taught by your favourite members!
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đMSc Economics: Choi Seungcheol & TA!reader
đCourse Name: ex-conomics by @ugh-yoongi
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: you supported seungcheol through years of being an aspiring athlete, and all you got to show for it was your undergraduate degree and an awkward, stuttered apology when he dumped you to go semi-pro. now heâs back after an injury derailed his career, and thereâs only one problem: youâre the only one available to tutor him. you - 0; the universe - 1. talk about no return on investment.
đMSc Structural Engineering: Yoon Jeonghan & TA!reader
đCourse Name: building blocks by @the-boy-meets-evil
âïž Course Outline đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: agreeing to be the teaching assistant is the last thing you want in a semester where you're already swamped with work. but, you need a letter of recommendation from the professor and you're out of other options. enter jeonghan, the menace who signs up for the class seemingly on a whim and disrupts your entire routine.
đM.A. Spanish: TA!Joshua Hong x reader
đCourse Name: How to be a Latin Lover by @haologram
âïž Course OutlineđLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: the dreadful semester has started â meaning your summer vacation has come to end, and so has your summer flingâŠor has it?
đMSc Human Anatomy: Wen Junhui & TA!reader
đCourse Name: pulse points by @wheeboo
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: Being the TA for your anatomy class has always been really rewarding, especially stemming in your passion for the medical field. But as itâs approaching the peak of the school semester and labs have gotten more intense, you arenât surprised to be dedicating your time to tutoring your strangely handsome, dorky, yet enigmatic classmate during after school hours â and reassuring him how to not be afraid of dissections.
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đCourse Name: Araneae by @haologram
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: when you realize your friend (with benefits) actually has feelings for you, a tangled web of lies and avoidance ensues.
đMSc Chemistry: TA!Jeon Wonwoo & TA!reader
đCourse Name: endpoint by @highvern
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đïžCourse Overview: Senior year of college is meant to be full of celebration and smooth sailing. Years of work culminating in the final semesters that will send you off into the real world where clubs, sports, and weekends packed with hungover volunteering to pad your resume no longer mattered. Itâd be a piece of cake if it wasnât for your fuck buddy turned coworker having the same plan. But only one of you can get the departmentâs most coveted recommendation that all but guarantees your acceptance. Tension rises and the nearly four year thing youâve had with Wonwoo approaches its endpoint.
đMA Classics: TA!Lee Jihoon x Reader
đCourse Name: Oh, Agony! by @cheolism
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: when you both find out that your boyfriend, lee jihoon, will be the ta for your classic literature class, it is agreed your relationship will take a temporary pause . no public dates, no pda; and, most tragically, no sex. nothing that can give away the truth to your relationship. only, it really is easier said than done.
đMSc Astronomy and Astrophysics: TA!Lee Seokmin & TA!reader
đCourse Name: Do Stars Collapse Into Black Holes, or Fall Into Something Unknown? by @idyllic-ghost
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đïžCourse Overview: Starting your second year of your masterâs degree in astrophysics, and your first year as a TA, you were stressed enough - but the universe knows no bounds for your suffering. Seokmin, your handsome and annoyingly smart classmate, just had to become your colleague. As if you werenât hard on yourself already, Seokminâs presence only proved to fuel your self-loathing. But does he hate you too, or do you need to open your eyes and come back down to Earth?
đMSc Psychological Research: TA!Kim Mingyu & reader
đCourse Name: Statistically Speaking... by @gyuswhore
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đïžCourse Overview: In all your years of academic endurance, youâve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldnât know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,âŠit could.
đMFA Studio Art: TA!Xu Minghao x TA!Reader
đCourse Name: Perspective by @tomodachiii
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đïžCourse Overview: Xu Minghao hates you. You've been sure of it ever since you met him. And when you find yourself working alongside him as a teaching assistant for your painting professor, you think you might hate him too. But one late night, two semesters, and three exhibits later, you find your perspective beginning to shift.
đMSc Creative Writing: Boo Seungkwan & TA!reader
đCourse Name: Put It In Writing by @bitchlessdino
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đïžCourse Overview: You keep things professional--as you should--even if one of your students is someone you hooked up with one night before the college semester started. Meanwhile, Boo Seungkwan is anything but honest--he's a writer after all--but if he is honest about one thing, it's about wanting to write a new story with you.
đMS Computer Science: TA!Chwe Hansol x TA!Reader
đCourse Name: love between the lines by @etherealyoungk
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: despite the initial nerves of your new gig as an english literature TA, youâre ready to tackle the new job. thatâs where you meet vernon, the computer science TA, and heâs interesting to say the least. heâs all about coding and numbers while you live and breathe poetry and novels. itâs clear that you both have contrasting interests and personalities - but they say opposites attract, right?
đMSc Mathematics: Lee Chan x TA!Reader
đCourse Name: rates of change by @wqnwoos
đLecture Posted Here!
đïžCourse Overview: Your first semester as TA throws your previously unassuming college life into disarray, fuelled almost entirely by the brown-eyed and charming student whoâs slipping closer to failing with every lecture. And in return for your mathematical assistance, Lee Chan decides heâs going to set you up with the guy youâve been persistently pining over for a year and a half. Itâs a simple equation: you teach him calculus, and heâll teach you how to flirt. Except, as youâre both quick to discover, mathematical equations donât translate over to real life as easily as youâd expect.
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I love one man and one man only
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seventeen reaction â àŒ ËïœĄâË
âž the seventeen members as boyfriends.
alt title: seventeen are boyfriend codedâthat's all.
cw: mentions of food, sfw, cheol's & hao's are suggestive if you squint, theyâre all a little long⊠i was very invested
masterlist
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ seungcheol
talk about a dude who is boyfriend coded fr
if he wakes up at any point during the night and realizes you happened to roll away from him in your sleep, he'll reach out across the sheets in search of your warmth, pulling you tightly into his chest before falling back asleep
and he's pressed into you so, so snugly, trapping you in his hold and tickling your neck with his shallow breaths
if you even attempt to shift away, he'll scold you in a gravelly, slurred voice or hum in protest (even if he's half-asleep) until you stop moving and accept your fate
anything you want, just say the word and it's yours
you mention that you like a specific type of flower? he's getting you a bouquet every week so that your vases are never empty. he overhears you talking about an item you've been wanting? by the very next day, it's yours, in different versions/colors cause he wasn't sure which one you'd like
treats you to frequent date-nights at high-end restaurants because you deserve nothing but the best... and he uh, has a bit of a ulterior motive haha....
these dates are a necessary staple in your relationship because he can't ever get enough of you when you get all dressed up for him
thanks his lucky stars for the patience he's been granted because you look too good and he almost can't wait until after dinner to have his way with you
whenever he kisses your cheek, he practically smashes his lips into you until your cheek is smushed and pushing your eye closed and his nose is digging into your cheekbone
whenever he has an early practice the following day and can't sleep over, he still insists on passing by your place to take you on walk or something where the two of you can catch each other up on your day and spend some time together between his busy schedules
i cannot stress this enough: you will never have to touch a steering wheel ever again
prepare to be passenger prince/princess forever. you will not need to drive anywhere when he's with you bc he insists on taking you everywhere
'hand on your thigh with your hand over his' type of guy
itâs second nature for him to scoop your legs onto his lap when the two of sit together on the couch + heâll subconsciously start massaging your calves, rubbing at them and squeezing them in his big hands after a long day
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ jeonghan
the type to randomly kiss any bit of your skin that's exposed to him, and his kisses are so light and soft and sweet
on the other hand, he's also the type to bite you
like he'd start by softly nibbling and then his impulsive thoughts will take over and he'll bite you a bit too hard
echoes your "ow!" as if he also got hurt
but he can't watch you scowl or be mad at him for too long so he'll coo at you and apologize while holding your face in his hands (i know you've seen a clip of him going "aigoo" (ììŽêł ) when someone falls/gets hurt... it's exactly what he would say âits one of the expressions he uses very often and i can't picture anything else no matter how hard i try)
oh, he's a cheek kisser for sure
that tiny little smile that he does (see here and here for reference)... he'd do it and proceed to smother you with kisses on your cheeks because he's so obsessed with how soft they are
and no, you cannot move until he's completely satisfied and has given you as many kisses as he deems necessary
similarly, get ready to lay around in the morning until he decides he's had a sufficient amount of cuddles from you and can get on with his day
but to be honest, he's insatiable so you very well may end up lying around for an hour or two
during these cuddle sessions, jeonghan clings to you in a hug, hands softly rubbing your arms and traveling over your waist and thighsâit's not even sexual, he's just soaking up the feeling of touching you because it's something he can never get enough of
and if you did the same with him, letting your hands wander, his cheeks might glow a soft pink. that combined with the sleepy look on his face makes him look that much more riveting
he's already so pretty, you didn't think he could get any prettier but he can and he does every single day
and now it's part of your daily routine to hold each other and enjoy the comfortable silence/very light conversation about what dreams you had or what errands you have to run later
it's his absolute favorite way to wake up he literally can never get enough because he's greedy
you'd brush your hands over his shoulders and chest or softly trace his facial features, laughing when you're at his lips and he catches your finger between his lips in a soft bite (that he pairs with a little "aang!" sound effect)
and no because he's literally crazy enough to get mad at you for spoiling him with affection
sends you texts complaining because now, whenever he has to sleep away from you (bc of tour/schedules and whatnot,) he wakes up in a sour mood, missing the smell of you on his sheets and the feeling of your skin on his
and somehow that's your fault
immediately takes it back when you threaten to stop
"fine, jeonghan. i'll just make sure i get up every morning before you and that way, you don't miss me when yo-"
"what, nooooo! how could you even say that to me!"
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ joshua
i'm a supporter and enthusiast of the joshua gentleman agenda
but let me go into detail on what that really means
opens the door for you, pays for your meals, walks on the outside of the side walk,
yeah yeah yeah he does all of that but those are just the basics
joshua is a romantic, okay? this man goes above and beyond make you swoon and to ensure you feel so overwhelmingly loved and cared for all the time
knew from the moment he met you that the best things are worth the wait, so he took his time, romancing you with thoroughly planned out dates where his effort shined through, so that you'd know how much you mean to him from the start
for example: on one date, he took you rollerblading firstâhe put your skates on for you and strapped up your laces before helping you onto the rink where he'd stroll behind you, patiently waiting for you to gain the confidence to let go of the wall so he can take your hands in his
next, he takes you to the cutest little place that serves your favorite food (he researched it extensively and reserved the table a week and a half in advance)
found that there's a record/vinyl shop next door so you go there, and he gladly listens intently as you rave about your favorite artists and genres and songs
oh, and he's not done.
because finally, you're seated on the hood of his car, star-gazing at the top of a hill with a great view below and the two of you talking just about anything for hours on end and just as you're starting to realize how easy it feels to be around himâhe's dropping you off and walking you to your door, leaving a kiss on your hand and leaving you wanting more
be serious. you're telling me you wouldn't fall in love?
fast forward, and he's still the epitome of boyfriend material
brushing your teeth next to each other and looking at one another in the bathroom mirror
skin care nights where he's picking you up so you can sit on the sink
and he's standing in front of you, one hand on your hip, the other smearing some pink goo on your cheeks as he's telling you how pretty you look
and you're so close that he can't help but softly kiss you, so slowly and tenderly until you both pull away and laugh as you realize you look ridiculous with fluffy headbands and face masks on
he holds you so close to his chest at night and will remind you that he loves you during pillow talk
quietly hums a melody when he senses you're beginning to drift off, thumb soothingly swiping your cheek as your eyes flutter shut
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ junhui
definitely does that cheesy thing where he swings your hands between your bodies as you guys are walking
likes coming up to you whenever he hasn't seen you in a bit or youâve been doing something for a while
and he'll just throw his arms over your shoulders, resting his chin on top of your head and muttering âwhat are you up to?â in the tiniest voice
pet names, pet names. pet. names.
he might as well have forgotten your real name because to him you are honey or bÇobĂši (ćźèŽ) or bÇobÇo (ćźćź) or baby or some other nickname heâs come up with during the duration of your relationship
even when heâs mad he doesnât call you by your name and... you already know his temperâs pretty short... so itâs endearing to see how adamant he is about referring to you strictly as one of the soft nicknames he's assigned to you
so adaptable and mirrors all your emotions, especially if youâre excited about something or feeling a little bouncier than usual, heâs right there with you
also he thinks it's so cute when you happen to get excited about things. he's a sucker for that happy look on your face, so expect a few random gifts or surprises from him just so he can watch your eyes light up
cooks his favorite meals/comfort foods that remind him of home so that you can try them, and would be so proud if you like them
will 100% be so willing and eager to try dishes that are comfort meals for you, too (might even learn to make them just how you like them for days where you're down/sick)
nose kisses!
when he wakes up in the morning all warm and tucked up into your side and he sees the way your tired eyes blink back at him, lashes curling and eyelids heavy with sleep, heâs instantly inching closer and leaving the lightest kisses on the tip of your nose, nuzzling his own nose into your cheek and croaking a very sleepy 'good morning' into your skin
constantly plays with your hair
like, heâs not usually fidgety but if he canât find anything to do to busy his hands, theyâll find themselves twisting and braiding your locks and it makes chills go down your spine every time
i can very vividly see jun being the kind to want to lay around with you on rainy days/his days off
watching movies, napping, talking for hoursâ he just loves quality time and being lazy and comfortable in your presence
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ soonyoung
lives and breaths for seeing a smile on your face, and that's not an exaggeration
will drop everything he's doing if there's a pout on your face for even a split second, and he won't stop until he finds out what has upset you
constantly babies you and expects you to baby him, too
if you had a cut or scrape, soonyoung would mirror your pout as he carefully starts cleaning and bandaging your injury
when he's done, he's pressing his lips to it because he insists his kisses have magical healing properties
also insists that your kisses are the same when he's got a cold
so naturally, when you refuse to kiss him in his snotty and sneezy state he's soooo offended
will sass you for approximately 20 minutes and refuses his medicine until he realizes you can still cuddle him
and all of a sudden he's forgiven you and settling for having you hold him instead
but seriously, soonyoung will love you so purely
his kisses are always so eager, hands clinging to your hips to pull you closer to him
if you're apart, he really loves falling asleep on the phone; it makes him feel just a little bit closer to you even when he's so many miles away on tour
and you can bet that when he's away he'll be calling you about every tiny little thing
"hey, i found a new toothpaste that's really good i think we should get this one-"
"hi baby, i just wanted to let you know that i ate the best kimchi jjigae-oh, but it's not better than yours!"
"no, no! you still don't get it. basically, the joke is: i told seungkwan he can't have coffee before a show because-"
if he gets home and you're napping he'll get all giggly and jump in bed beside you
will cuddle up to you so noisily, apologizing profusely if he happens to when he inevitably does wake you up and making it all better by wrapping his limbs around you and nuzzling himself into your neck where he unironically shushes you
"shh! you're too loud! i'm trying to sleep!" and you're looking at him because there's no way he's serious (he is)
this boy is fast asleep before you even start to drift off again
likes laying his head on your stomach so that your nails can rake up and down his back and through his scalp
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ wonwoo
he's careful and thoughtful with just about everything, and that extends to you and how he treats you.
as a boyfriend, wonwoo is so caring and unbelievably considerate of you and your well-being
honestly, he would be able to go the longest without clinging to you, but that's only because he gets his fill of your affection at very specific times and moments throughout the day
the two of you would wake up and get out of bed on your own time, whether the other is awake or not (though you usually wake up around the same time, relatively)
in his case, he'll leave a kiss on your head before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face and stuff
if you got up first, you'd would kiss his bare shoulder and go do the same and once both of you have made the bed, you're ready to start your day
and here, this moment, is one of the times of the day that wonwoo will so lovingly smile down at you, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your face up
and he'd place, on your soft lips, a kiss so lingering and slow that by the time he pulls away to wish you a good morning, his voice is hoarse and it's not because that's the first thing he's said today
you'd settle on the couch for a quiet morning with tea or coffee and maybe some reading
and, in the evening, as soon as you get out of the shower, he's waiting for you with his arms open in a wordless invitation to finally join him
and so you crawl into his lap, holding his face and kissing him, swallowing every little breath and hushed sound he feeds you as your fingers disappear into his hairline to tug on the strands
would never admit it out loud but god, does he love kissing you
he could do it for hours on end and even then it might not be enough
his proclamations of love are quiet and mumbled against your lips after he's been kissing you for a few minutes straight, both of your lips plump and red and wet
any time you call him handsome or compliment him, you get one of two reactions: he's either shooting the smoothest compliments right back at you, or on the rare occasion that you catch him off guard, you get the pleasure of seeing the tips of his ears go red
a flustered wonwoo is delectable, and you're just about the only person that can elicit this reaction from him
even when the members provoke him or tease him about how infatuated he his with you, he can easily brush their comments off
if you rub his shoulders while he games, you've got him wrapped around your finger. will 100% stop what he's doing to spin around to tend to you, even if you weren't necessarily there to ask for attention
he's immediately smiling at you in that way that he does, ie: Ëá”Ë
and grabbing the back of your thighs so that you can't move away
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ jihoon
i just know jihoon would be so good at massages/back rubs
you probably donât even have to ask for one, either. youâll just be minding your own business and his warm hands will start tending to your neck and shoulders
would probably tilt your head back with his hands half way through just so he can give you kiss as you gaze up at him
at first, you were a little apprehensive about joining him at the studio, fearing you might distract him from work
and heâd ask you to accompany him on a few occasions, never insisting beyond his first request because he respects that youâve said no, but if you happen to share your concerns, he's so quick to reassure you
"ah, you should have said something earlier! and here i thought you just weren't interested in my job. i've been wanting to show you what i've been working on for ages!"
when you finally give in... you realize what youâve been missing out on
thereâs just something about seeing him in his element, experimenting with different sounds and techniques
he's so focused and passionate and hard working and so good at what he does that your heart leaps in your chest when you see him !!!
and youâre not distracting him at all! heâs asking for your input and your thoughts and heâs just rambling on about different musical things. even if youâre not a musical person, this is the most youâve ever seen him talk and itâs completely infatuating to hear him speak about something he loves
loves to fall asleep to your voice
heâll be wearing the most infectious smile from ear to ear, shivering as your finger draws random shapes on his arm or chest and your honey-like voice lulls him to sleep
i think heâd have to have at least one meal with you every day
quality time is probably a love language that he never really knew he liked until he realized how important it is to him when you guys sit down for a meal together, chatting and appreciating each other's presence
it's really about the simple things with jihoon
would get home from the gym and give you a pop-kiss before hopping in the bathroom for a shower
his gym pumpâŠ. thatâs all
so, so good at comforting you or just having difficult conversations in general
very good with his words so he knows exactly what you need to hear and how to say it
will forever be willing to talk out your doubts and problemsâand although he's not vulnerable too often, he might open up and share his feelings with you because he values your perspective/point of view
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ seokmin
would die a happy man kissing your lips
such a tender, thoughtful kisser; his hands are holding you, drawing you closer to him with each passing second as he loses himself in your embrace
every kiss with him is so full of intention and emotion (cut to that one time he kissed jihoonâs cheek when he was crying, see link 1 and link 2)
and he will kiss you until both of you have to pull away for air, catching your breaths and giggling a bit amidst recovering
an absolute sucker for you playing with or tugging on his hairânot just during a kiss. at any point throughout the day, run your fingers through his locks and his knees will buckle
loves planning exciting dates and outings to take you on because his memories with you are so valuable (arcade games, sunsets at the beach, picnics, mini golf, bowling, etc.) and i don't doubt he'd like matching outfits...
it would be low-key though, like if you wore a blue top and white bottoms, he'd match you with sneakers in the same shade of blue and white t-shirt or something
i picture him wearing the stupidest little smile when he shows his outfit off to you, too
will be taking plenty of pictures to store in an album he has dedicated to you on his phone, and you already know it has some cheesy title
i think seokmin is such a sentimental guy that anything that involves you or reminds him of you in any way holds so much importance in his heart
the type to keep a post-it note you left for him when you stepped out of the house one time to do a grocery run
if you use hair ties heâll always wear one on his wrist in case you ever need it, and the day you actually do because you forgot yours, heâs so proud that he had it at the ready!
constantly sends you songs/compiles playlists of songs that make him think of you or your relationship
similarly to jun... do not call this man by his name if you don't want to break his heart. he is baby, or babe, or love, or sweet angel, or darling, or pookie, or baby cakes, or literally whichever pet name you like the mostâjust don't call him seokmin
as a matter of fact, he will not answer to his name. can and will ignore you until you address him appropriately and even then he might still sulk for a bit
is one of the few members that i think would encourage you to build/develop a friendship with the other guys, and there would be no jealousy at all because he enjoys seeing his favorite people getting along
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ mingyu
has to have some form of skin ship with you at all times
heâs gotten so used to it at this point that itâs almost disorienting to not have a hand on your hip, lower back, thigh, knee, or hand
if youâre wearing jeans⊠mingyu will have his hand tucked into your back pocket
8/10 times heâll insist on being little spoon or being the one who goes to sleep with his head on your chest and your arms wrapped snuggly around him instead of the other way around
i mean⊠what even is there to complain about other than the fact that heâd definitely press his cold feet onto yours and pout when you yell at him for it
gives the most addictive, warm hugs where he completely engulfs you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and yours around his middle (bc heâs so tall) and when your cheek presses against his chest you can literally hear how his heart starts beating faster before it ultimately calms down in your embrace
the first time you fell asleep curled up on his lap, mingyu swears his world stopped
he made sure to stay completely still for the entire duration of your nap
his arm fell asleep and his shoulder was slightly sore for like an hour after but that didnât stop him from insisting this is how you should nap every time
will lay his entire body weight on you with no remorse
or will scoop you up and lay you completely on top of him so he can stare at your pretty face
needs a hello and goodbye kiss every time either of you are leaving/arriving somewhere
not a light sleeper but wakes up as soon as he feels you pull away from him or move to get up because heâs especially clingy when heâs tired
like, if you wake up in the middle of the night to pee, heâs the type to follow you to the bathroom and hold your hand from outside the door because he doesnât wanna be away from you
and his eyes are still puffy and closed because heâs half asleep
probably stumbles the whole way there and back but he does it every time nonetheless
it takes him significantly longer to fall asleep when heâs away from you
likes sending you mid/post workout pics so please be proud of him bc heâs so eager to take them and send them to you
another man whose gym pump is insaneâŠ.. brrrrr
loves showing you new songs heâs been listening to and singing the soft ones to you in a low voice, close to your ear where he can easily kiss your neck right after
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ minghao
oh he's so sneaky and slick
despite how many times you insist on him waking you up before he leaves for practice, he literally can't and won't
when he wakes up and sees you all curled up beside him with your eyes half open and your lips parted, his heart aches at the thought of interrupting your rest
so instead, he just slips out stealthily and gets ready without making any noise, constantly peeking over his shoulder if he hears you shuffle around under the covers
before he leaves, he'll plant a small kiss on your cheek and leave you a sweet note on his side of the bed instead of a text so it feels a little more personalized
but if you do stir awake and whine or call out or something because you've noticed he's gone! he's running over!
might even crawl back into bed to hold you until you're asleep again, even if that means he's running a few minutes late now
the type to handmake you things all the time, whether it's a painting or a scarf or a bracelet or a clay mug
and oh, the lazy kisses with this one. oh, my
they start at your lips and whether or not he intends to take it any further, it always escalates a bit because i truly think minghao would just love kissing in general and he may not be able to stop once he starts
he'd like sucking your bottom lip between his (specifically because he gets turned on by he loves how swollen and puffy it is after he pulls away) as his hands disappear into your hairline or under your shirt to bring you closer
he slowly trails down to drag his mouth along your jaw and neck
mind you, this is all while you're both laying in bed, and he's somewhere between hovering above you and cuddling into your side so his warmth and proximity is dizzying
and on days off where he has nothing he'd rather do than indulge himself in you this is favorite way to pass the time
he lets his warm tongue wander freely over your throat, teeth occasionally grazing the skin
long talks as you guys are readying for bed where he caresses your skin and kisses your fingers
always look so deeply into your eyes whenever you're talking
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ seungkwan
seungkwan is your boyfriend, best friend, and biggest headache all in one
conversations with him would be so, so undeniably entertaining
he absolutely loves telling you stories and they're so captivating because he's such a great conversationalist and everything he says is interesting
he'll talk your ear off. you guys would start talking at approximately 8pm, and suddenly the sun has come up and you're still talking ?????
something i think would be very common is bickering
it's always light hearted and never ends in a real argument, but it usually starts when one of you just feels bored and wants to get the other's attention
definitely ends with the victim sulking and pouting and the other having to make it up to them with plenty of kisses and apologies
probably fusses about needing his space to sleep and shoos you away
and by the morning he's completely wrapped around you, snoring softly and peacefully and all you wanna do is kiss his puffy lips because why does he have to be so stubborn all the time
complains if you wanna try his food but heâs always eyeing yours
will do the thing where he opens his mouth for you to feed him a bite and you just have to roll your eyes before giving in
only then will he willingly let you try his
seungkwan's face gets so, so red when you kiss his jaw or neck
heâs ticklish so heâll gasp or form his lips into an âoâ when he feels your mouth there and maybe even start complaining even though he a, doesn't even mean it, and b, is tilting his head up to give you more space
isnât too affectionate all the time but he does like leaning his head on your shoulder, especially on the couch as you watch a movie
his cheek is pressed into your shoulder blade as he's fidgeting with your fingers
kisses your arm repetitively !!! leaves a bunch of little smooches behind while heâs there
would also kiss your beauty marks/freckles
seungkwan memorizes your orders at restaurants and coffee shops so that he can surprise you with them when he comes over
would love going on walks with you during all the different seasons and talking to you about the changes in the trees and the weather
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ vernon
finds literally anything you say funny
will follow you around the store if you go shopping just carrying what you pick out/would carry your bag or purse for you most of the time
you may have to initiate a lot of the affection at the beginning of the relationship until he gets comfortable with it
itâs not that he gets flustered or anything, he just might not take the initiative at first
but once he does, his go-to is looping his pinky around yours and just holding it in a resting state, regardless of what youâre doing
in the morning, he wakes up before you and just goes on his phone until you wake up
and as soon as he notices youâre awake heâll tilt the phone to you, showing you a tiktok he found funny
and i just KNOW his brightness is maxed out, too
you guys end up taking accidental naps all the time
heâs in bed on his phone when you come in and when he sees you, he lifts up his arm so that youâll come and lay with him
and the two of you are just scrolling through videos on his phone until you both somehow fall asleep for the next three hours
your family and friends would absolutely love him :(
kisses with him start off as lazy pecks, lips smacking a few times before one of you gets the urge to deepen it and then his hands are slowly coming up to cup your face or hold your jaw
would also kiss the corner of your lips
favorite cuddling position is the generic âyour head on his chestâ because when he feels you look up at him heâll glance down to meet your eyes and pucker his lips to request a kiss
that, or just spooning because he likes curling up into your back for warmth
leaves a kiss on your hair while heâs there
iâm sorry but he WILL fall asleep while youâre talking
he doesnât mean to but your voice is so soft and nice to listen to that heâll try resting his eyes and end up up knocking out
vernon carries a picture of you in his wallet
itâs the first picture he remembers deeming as his favorite of you, and he printed a copy of it so he could carry it around when he was traveling or touring
and he doesnât just have it there for show or for whenever he pulls out his wallet to pay for something
he will frequently pull it out so he can gawk at the picture of you when your time zones are different and he canât call or text
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ chan
your hand might as well be permanently attached to his because he is always intertwining his fingers with yours
kisses on your knuckles and soft proclamations of love as he ogles you with the softest, most heartsick look on his face
will kiss your temple as his arms wrap around you, one hand coming up to gently caress your cheek
makes such an effort to learn about/show interest in the things that you like
even if he doesn't know anything about it, he will sit and watch you, pondering the techniques out loud as well as other questions he may have
could listen to you talk absolutely forever. literally anything you have to say is automatically the most interesting thing ever
he is 100% whipped for you and he doesn't even care if the other members poke fun at him for it. will never feel even a sliver of embarrassment because what is there to be embarrassed about? he bagged you... that's the biggest win in his book
even if they poke fun at him, they'd never poke fun at you. in fact, the members are so fond of you + they're so grateful that chan has someone like you who makes him so happy
and he knows they love you, which is why he tolerates their jokes
nibbles on your neck in the morning/before bed as he breathes in your scent
always making you laugh. at all times, in both unserious and serious situations, at the best and worst times... ever since you met this boy, you're always laughing
he's so quick witted that even when you guys are arguing about something, he'll end up cracking some wise ass joke and suddenly you're both doubling over, the topic at hand vanishing at once
any and i mean any act of service you do for him will not go unappreciated or unnoticed
you've cooked him a meal or folded his clothes? he's melting, pouting and whining at you because you didn't have to do all that :(
he's just constantly reminded how lucky he is to have you
the most supportive boyfriend ever
also your personal hype man
not only will you always feel so beautiful around him because he makes sure to tell you just how amazing you always look, but any and all doubts you have are gone
with chan, you feel like you can tackle absolutely anything because he gives you so much confidence and reassurance; always knows exactly what to say so that you feel loved and assured
and you figure, if he believes in you that much, there's no reason you shouldn't believe in yourself
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SVT with a bipolar partner
Requested? No! (But they are still open!)
Genre: comfort, some unavoidable angst, suggestive (MDNI)
Sensitive Topics Ahead!
TW/CW: discussions of struggling with and managing bipolar symptoms, up to and including things like self-harm (though this is not explicitly discussed). One suggestive section.Â
A/N: This one is also entirely self-indulgent because Iâm feeling some type of way right now.
If this topic might be triggering for you, please proceed with caution or skip. If youâre struggling (not just with bipolar, but with anything), I encourage you to reach out for help. Could be a friend, a family member, a coworker or classmate, or a professional. Things like this should not be shameful!! Be kind to yourself, love you.Â
Seungcheol
You desperately want to buy an item and Seungcheol knows it. So he casually hands you his credit card (heâll never be able to stop the sugar daddy allegations, I fear). Heâs kind of surprised by how vehemently you deny it. âNo way, I donât want to waste your money,â youâll say and heâll roll his eyes. âBaby, I have more than enough, Iâll buy you whatever you want.â The relationship is still somewhat new, so heâs confused when you deny it again, saying you absolutely canât take his card because youâll be reckless with it. Does not understand what the problem is with that, honestly, but when you eventually tell him about your diagnosis and particularly how mania works, heâll pause, if only because of how upset you seem by the topic. Itâs fine. If you spending the money is the problem, heâll spend it for you and he wonât let you feel guilty about it for a single second.Â
Jeonghan
Now, I believe Hannie can be a bit of a fashionista. He likes your style. In fact, it was something that attracted him to you in the beginning because it was unique and unapologetic. So when youâre getting ready for a date, heâs confused when you donât put on the things that you usually do, opting for a baggy sweater and leggings. âFeeling okay?â Heâll ask. âYouâre cute as always, but this isnât your normal look.â Youâll openly tell him that you feel less confident during a depressive episode because the two of you simply do not have secrets, so this is what you want to go with today. You get out of the way, letting him get ready, and youâre kind of surprised when he comes out in equally baggy clothes. Heâll absolutely match your energy, no matter what that means.Â
Joshua
He raises an eyebrow when he comes home to find you scrubbing the walls down. âA little spring cleaning?â Heâll ask, but it becomes apparent that itâs not anything âlittleâ. The house is absolutely sparkling like you just moved in. This isnât a problem by any means, but itâs kind of suspicious because you low key hate cleaning and he happily carries the burden of these types of things on a normal day. Still, he knows whatâs happening and thereâs nothing he can do to stop the manic episode. Heâll just have to let you ride it out. But it wonât stop him from changing clothes and asking whatâs next on your list so he can help.Â
Jun
Knows he canât do a whole lot about the typical mood swings that you have periodically, but when you tell him that some of these mood swings are not totally random and can actually be triggered, he becomes the most observant person youâve ever met. Keeps a little list in his notes app of things that youâve mentioned before and the things that heâs simply observed that switch your mood. He tries to help you manage your stress at work to prevent a depressive episode and encourages you to limit your caffeine intake to prevent mania. He intentionally stops buying alcohol and keeping it in the house because itâs not a good combination with your medications. He buys you a light for light therapy during the winter when the seasonal depression kicks in. He helps you find a nighttime routine that works for you so sleep disturbances arenât so prominent. Really is the sweetest and most thoughtful.
Hoshi
Man, thinking about this one makes me emotional. Say the relationship is new, but itâs been so, so good. You match his energy so well and he really feels like you get him, you know? So heâs kind of surprised when his calls and texts go unanswered for a while. After a few days, he finally goes to your apartment, flowers, coffee, and a bag of pastries in hand just in case he did something wrong. Your roommate answers the door and points to your bedroom with an ominous warning. You look like you havenât moved from the bed in a few days. Your clothes and sheets are wrinkled, laundry is overflowing from the hamper, and dishes are piled up on your bedside table. You come right out and tell him about your diagnosis and that youâve been in a depressive episode, and that youâd understand if he wants to break up. He simply crawls into bed with you because itâs his turn to get you.Â
Wonwoo
Listen, I genuinely believe that you can tell him anything. Quite literally anything, including when youâre having some bad thoughts. He gives you an intentionally blank look when you ask him to remove the razors from the bathroom, but immediately does it. He doesnât ask questions when he comes back, just hugging you tight and thanking you for telling him. Trust that heâll watch you like a hawk over the next few days, doing soft, yet somehow non-invasive check-ins. A week later when that particular feeling passes and you ask for the razors again to shave, he does ask a few questions, just to make sure youâre in a good headspace. It makes you feel secure that you have someone right there that will help you if you have to cry for help.
Woozi
Heâs pretty independent and so are you, but after you tell him about your diagnosis and the medications youâre on, he becomes a bit clingy. Let me explain. Before, you could go hours, maybe even days without really hearing from him when he got busy. No big deal, you knew that was just part of it. Now, no matter what heâs doing at work or whatever timezone he might be in, heâs calling you before you go to bed to make sure youâve taken your medication. Heâll, of course, be there to talk if you want, but you usually donât and thatâs thanks to how much the medication is doing for you. He will never, ever let you miss a day.Â
DK
You know youâre in a manic episode, which is why you jumped at the chance to go out with Seokmin and a few of his members for dinner. Youâre feeling good, talking rapidly and animatedly about something and Seungkwan laughs, saying something along the lines of, âOkay, motor mouth.â It kind of makes you deflate. Not that he meant anything by it, not that he knew about your diagnosis or that you were in a manic episode. Still, Seokmin is next to you, encouraging you to continue talking because he was following, no problem. Heâll always be a motor mouth with you. Even if your mood doesnât come back as high as it was before, itâs still comforting that heâll listen to you ramble about whatever comes to mind, even if itâs sometimes a stream of consciousness more than anything specific.Â
Mingyu
Itâs not like sex is uncommon in your relationship, but after you initiate multiple rounds in one night, Mingyu will sort of laugh and ask whatâs gotten into you. When you stop and kind of tear up, he realizes he might have said something wrong and heâs holding onto you immediately. You tell him youâre kind of upset because you didnât realize that you were manic until he said that. Increased libido is a common symptom for you and now youâre feeling bad for maybe pressuring him into it. Heâll squish your face and insist that you absolutely did not and he has no complaints. You can always come to him for this, or for anything for that matter.Â
Minghao
Now, I think he might be a bit of a believer in home remedies for a lot of things, but not for this. Does not let you miss a counseling or psychiatrist appointment. Does not let you forget your medication. Knows by heart everything youâre taking, including the dosage. He even gets a little organizer and sorts it out for you every week. Insists that you stick to a routine and practice self-care when youâre in a manic episode and makes sure you eat, sleep, and find things to enjoy during a depressive episode. Really, genuinely might understand your disorder and what you need for it better than you do.Â
Seungkwan
He knows youâve been down and thatâs just the nature of the disorder sometimes. He does little things to help you manage it - chores are taken care of, dinner is already started, medication is already picked up from the pharmacy, etc. But when you admit late at night that you donât know why heâs with you and you feel worthless, he doesnât have a little reaction. It makes you cry despite how numb you were feeling earlier when he squishes your face with a bit more aggression than he probably intended and in great detail tells you how much he loves you and what he loves about you and why no one else will ever compare. Itâs what you needed to hear, and he makes a mental note to be more vocal about these things, particularly when youâre down.Â
Vernon
You two are relaxing at home when you ask him if he can hear that sound. Heâll say no, feeling kind of clueless. Youâll frown and ask, âAre you sure? Itâs so loud.â Your insistence makes him pause. âTell me about it,â heâll say. Youâll describe it in great detail, convincing him that you do in fact believe youâre hearing something. Will not let you feel bad about the fact that he doesnât hear it and that it must be an auditory hallucination. Heâs offering you his noise cancelling headphones to blast some music and drown out the sound until it goes away.Â
Chan
Youâre usually pretty easy going and agreeable. But Chan knows something is up because youâve been picking fights left and right all day. First it was that he left a mug on the side of the sink instead of in the sink or inside the dishwasher. Okay, easy to fix next time, he thinks. Then itâs that heâs going out for lunch with a couple of his members, even though he told you yesterday, which leaves him confused. Then itâs that he didnât appear to be listening to you when you talked at dinner. He was absolutely listening, but the way you huff angrily at him makes him approach, holding your face and asking whatâs going on with you today. He wonât let you escalate this into a fight, and eventually you deflate, tearing up. You admit youâve just been feeling restless, both physically and emotionally, and that you donât think this new medication is doing much. He cuddles with you the rest of the night, shushing you when you say you donât deserve it after picking fights all day, and encourages you to make an appointment to talk about your medication.
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synopsis: What starts as playful teasing quickly spirals into something deeper, where teasing words and lingering touches lead to a line neither of them can ever uncross.
warnings: 18+ mdni, mature content, sexual content, smut, cursing, slightly slow burn, best friends to lovers, sexual tension, flirting, subtle innuendos, alcohol consumption, somewhat reckless driving, kisses!, first times, pet names, piv sex, unprotected sex (girly pop is on birth control), teasing, dirty talk, fingering, Jeonghan the menace, they are both freaky af, pure filth!
buckle up ladies and gentlemen⊠literally â€ïžâđ„ my first ever smut!! i hope you guys love it and please please pleaseâ I cannot stress this enoughâ please take time to read the warnings and the disclaimer before reading! other than that⊠enjoy! (yes, this was inspired by âEnglish Love Affairâ by 5sos, so you guys can listen to that song as you read if you want.) (also send me one-shot requests you want to see in the future!)
Disclaimer: The following chapter contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. It is intended for adult readers only. If you are under the legal age or find these subjects uncomfortable, it is advised for you to refrain from reading further. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Jeonghan had always taken pride in his composure.
He was the calm in any storm, the serene face in chaos, and the one who could hide his inner turmoil behind the effortless charm that had become his signature.
It was a skill he had honed over the yearsâ a mask he wore with such ease that even his closest friends rarely saw beyond it. It wasnât that he was emotionless; far from it. He felt everything deeply, but he had always mastered the art of controlling those feelings.
That was just who he wasâ unflappable, composed, always in control.
But that was before Luna.
The moment she stepped into his life, everything changed.
Luna had a way of breaking down his walls without even trying, a skill that no one else seemed to possess.
He could still remember the first time he saw herâ those wide doe eyes filled with uncertainty as she stood in the PLEDIS practice room, the newest trainee among a sea of faces. Her nervous energy radiated off her, but there was something about her quiet determination that caught his attention.
It wasnât just her looks or her talent, though those were undeniable.
No, it was the way she carried herself, the way she seemed to be holding a storm inside her, a storm she kept under tight control, especially during those grueling monthly evaluations. Her voice, raw and beautiful, would echo through the room, and each time, Jeonghan found himself captivated.
And then, of course, there were her smiles. The first time she smiled at himâ truly smiled, not out of politeness or nerves but with genuine warmthâ he felt something in him stir. It was a small thing, the way her lips curved upward, the way her eyes sparkled like she was letting him in on a secret only the two of them knew.
His heart had jumped that day, a flutter of something unfamiliar yet intoxicating, something he wasnât used to. For a man who prided himself on control, that smile felt like a small crack in his carefully constructed armor.
But then, there was the night she confessed.
The memory of it still haunted Jeonghan even after a year or so, her voice quiet yet steady, the way her eyes, usually so bright, filled with heartbreak as he gently turned her down.
He had told her and himself it was for the team, for the sake of professionalism, but deep down, he knew the truthâ it had been cowardice.
He was scared.
Scared of what it meant to feel something so intense for someone who was not only part of his world but essential to it.
And seeing the hurt in her eyes, the pain she tried so hard to mask, had been one of the hardest things he had ever done.
Now, as Jeonghan sat at the back of one of their favorite restaurants, watching the members celebrating Wonwooâs birthday, that same ache returned, gnawing at his chest.
Luna was there, singing her pretty little heart out, a bright smile stretched across her face as she jumped up and down with the others. The room was filled with energy, everyone in high spirits as they belted out lyrics, glasses filled with alcohol raised in the air.
Their own private section, tucked away at the back of the restaurant, provided them privacy, but Jeonghan felt far from the noise as if his world had narrowed to just one person.
Luna.
Her hair flew wildly as she moved to the music, her laughter ringing out above the noise. She looked freeâ untethered, glowing under the dim restaurant lights, and Jeonghan couldn't help but stare. His eyes tracked her every movement, unable to look away, even though he knew he should. Her smile reached her eyes, that same real, unfiltered joy he hadnât seen in a while.
It made his heart skip again, just like it always had.
He thought of the way she had looked at him when she confessed, the vulnerability in her eyes, and how, in this moment, she looked so different. So full of life, so happy, surrounded by people who adored her. She was singing, laughing, her body moving to the rhythm of the music, and yet all Jeonghan could do was sit there, glass in hand, silently fighting the urge to stand up and cross the room to her.
He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the glass. His heart raced as memories of the past year flooded his mindâ how he hadnât stopped thinking about her since that night, how he had been too afraid to face his own feelings, and how, even now after a year, watching her from afar, the same fear still lingered in his chest.
But this time, something was different. Something had shifted. The control he had always taken such pride in was slipping, and he wasnât sure he wanted to stop it.
Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, the cool wood pressing against his back as he watched Luna across the room. He had always been composed, always the one in control, but ever since he realized he was indeed falling for her, his determination to fix things between them had only grown stronger.
He had spent the past year trying to return to normal, to recapture the easy friendship they once shared before the night she had confessed and he had rejected her.
And they had succeededâ there was no bad blood, no awkward tension. They laughed and joked as they always had, nothing between them felt forced or strained.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
But that was what scared him the most.
Was this ease a sign that Luna had moved on? Or was she still pretending, masking her feelings as she always had, waiting for him to make the next move?
Jeonghan didnât know if he should feel relieved or terrified by the prospect.
This past year, since his own realization, he had been more open about his feelings. He wasnât trying to hide it anymore. He had been more touchy, letting his hands linger on her arm a second longer than necessary. He had been more clingy, finding reasons to stand close to her during practice or sit beside her at meals. And he had been flirting, playfully teasing her with lines that bordered on genuine affection.
Jeonghan had never denied her anythingâ anything she asked for, she got.
It hadnât taken long for Luna to notice.
She wasnât stupid; she was cautious, of course. She still had feelings for himâ Jeonghan could see it in the way her gaze would linger on him, the slight quirk of her lips whenever he said something that surprised herâ but she was guarded now.
She wasnât about to let her heart get broken again.
Yet, despite her caution, Jeonghan could tell she was intrigued by his bolder approach, even drawn to it.
Luna was a little petty, tooâ he could see it in the way she played along, letting him dote on her, waiting to see where he would take things. She wanted him to work for it, and he couldnât blame her. He had hurt her, and now he had to prove that he was serious.
Tonight, she looked like a vision, and Jeonghan couldnât take his eyes off her.
Luna was dressed in a sleek black leather jacket that gleamed under the restaurant lights, cinched at the waist with silver studs. Beneath it, she wore a simple white tee, tucked into high-waisted black shorts that hugged her curves in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. Her legs, long and slender, were clad in sheer black tights, the material shimmering slightly as she moved, and her feet were adorned in knee-high black boots that gave her an edgy, dangerous air. A thin scarf, sequined and sparkling, was loosely tied around her neck, and her hair, an ashy grey color and wavy, cascaded over her shoulders, wild and free.
Her makeup was minimal, but it highlighted her features perfectly, bringing out the depth of her dark-brown eyes, the shape of her cheekbones, and the curve of her plump lips.
With everything else muted, her beauty shone brighter than ever. Jeonghan took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing pulse.
Jeonghanâs gaze raked over her form, slowly, deliberately, as he raised his glass to his lips and took another shot.
He tried to savor the taste, the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, but all he could think about was her. He avoided drinking too muchâ he had driven to the restaurant tonight and needed to stay clear-headedâ but his senses were already clouded by something much stronger than alcohol.
Luna.
Every fiber of his being was filled with her. She was all he could see as she danced, laughing and twirling with Hoshi, Dokyeom, and Seungkwan. Her laughter rang in his ears like a melody, her voice clear and bright as she sang along to the music, her body moving effortlessly to the beat.
Her perfumeâ sweet and expensiveâ lingered in the air around him, wrapping him in her scent, a constant reminder of her presence. He watched as her hand brushed against his arm, a fleeting, accidental touch as she spun past him, but it was enough to set his skin ablaze. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to focus, trying to steady the racing in his chest, but all he could feel was her.
Her energy, her warmth, her light.
There was only one thing missing.
Taste.
Jeonghan rolled the lingering flavor of the alcohol over his tongue, but it was becoming increasingly unsatisfying, especially as his gaze landed on the pink lollipop tucked between Lunaâs lips.
She twirled it absentmindedly as she danced, the candy disappearing and reappearing from between her soft lips.
A pang of frustration swelled inside him as he watched, his mind drifting to thoughts he knew he shouldnât be entertainingâ not here, not now. But the longer he watched her, the more his control began to slip.
Soon, Luna finally separated from the whirlwind of dancing, her energy visibly spent, and finally peeled herself away from Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom, who were still bouncing around like maniacs with boundless energy. Their bodies moved in sync with the beat, wild and free as if they were drawing energy from some endless well.
She stole one last glance at them, shaking her head with a smile as they flailed their arms in exaggerated dance moves.
Luna, however, had reached her limit. She could feel her heart racing, her legs trembling from the exertion, and her skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her own legs felt like jelly after keeping up with them for what felt like hours, her chest heaving slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
She laughed to herself as she made her way back to their table, where the rest of the members were seated, the ones who had wisely opted to sit back and enjoy the chaos rather than join in.
Jeonghanâs eyes hadnât left her for a second. He watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the glisten of sweat along her neck, the lollipop twirling between her fingers.
As Luna approached, Seungcheol looked up, his gaze landing on her as he pointed and chuckled. âTired already?â His voice held a teasing edge.
Luna plopped down into her seat next to Jeonghan, letting out an exaggerated sigh as she pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and pointed toward the trio still dancing like maniacs. âI donât know how those three do it. That was my limit,â she chuckled, her voice breathless yet light.
The group chuckled softly as they watched Seungkwan throw his head back in wild laughter and Hoshi twist his body with far too much enthusiasm. Dokyeomâs arms were flailing in an exaggerated dance move, oblivious to the stares they were attracting.
âThose three could keep going for hours,â Vernon muttered, shaking his head as he looked over at them.
Luna let out a small, tired laugh, and as she settled into her seat, she felt Jeonghanâs presence beside her.
Jeonghanâs eyes were still locked on her, though. Everything else in the room seemed muted, the voices of their friends blending into the background. He admired the way her skin glowed under the soft lights of the restaurant, how her ash grey hair clung to her slightly damp neck from all the dancing.
Every inch of her was so effortlessly captivating.
He hadnât stopped watching her since she sat down. His gaze was unrelenting, but not in a way that made her uncomfortableâ rather, it was the kind of stare that seemed to pierce through all her usual defenses, a soft intensity that always left her feeling exposed.
Before she could think too much about it, Seungcheol, the ever-diligent leader, straightened up and glanced at the time on his phone. His expression shifted slightly, taking on that familiar responsible tone he always wore when it was time to get serious.
âWeâve been here for three hours,â he announced, his voice cutting through the noise just enough for the group to hear him. âIt's late and we have work tomorrow. Plus, I think three hours of dancing is enough for one night.â He cast a glance toward the still-energetic trio with a knowing smirk.
The rest of the group groaned lightly but nodded in agreement. Seungcheol was right, as always. No matter how much fun they were having, they had responsibilities waiting for them in the coming days as they continued to prepare for their comeback with their new song âHITâ next month.
As the leader gathered everyone, Luna, still catching her breath, felt Jeonghanâs presence beside her, his warmth radiating through the small space between them. It wasnât just his proximity, thoughâ there was something electric about how quiet he had been, his intense gaze fixated solely on her.
It was hard not to blush under his gazeâ how long had he been watching her? But then again, she didn't mind being the center of his attention.
She could feel it, a tension in the air that wasnât there before, and it made her skin tingle.
While Seungcheol was busy with the rest of the members, Jeonghan turned his attention back to Luna, his eyes softening as he leaned just a little closer to her. âYou looked like you were having fun out there,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, that familiar lilt in his tone that always seemed to make her stomach do a tiny flip.
Luna huffed out a small laugh, shaking her head. âI was. Until I couldnât feel my legs anymore,â she replied, her own voice quieter now as the noise around them seemed to dim slightly.
Jeonghanâs smile deepened, a small chuckle escaping him. âPushing yourself too hard again?â he cooed softly, his voice dropping into that smooth, almost condescending tone he often used when he was in full dote-on-Luna mode.
It wasnât harsh; it was gentle like he was speaking to a child who didnât know their limits yet.
Luna rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âSomeone had to keep up with Dokyeomie, and you certainly werenât volunteering,â she shot back, her tone light but with a teasing edge.
Jeonghanâs eyes glinted with amusement, his hand coming to rest on the back of her chair. The casual gesture sent a shiver of warmth through her, but she kept her expression neutral.
âIâm just smart enough to know my limits,â he said smoothly, his voice dropping into a quieter, more intimate tone. âUnlike someone.â
She could feel the tension simmering between themâ subtle, unspoken, but undeniably present. The way he was looking at her, the way his voice seemed to dip into that soft, almost velvety tone whenever he spoke to herâ it was enough to make her heart race slightly faster, but she wasnât about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
âYouâre always so full of wisdom,â she teased, letting out a small, tired laugh.
Jeonghan chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to her lips for the briefest second before meeting her eyes again. âYou should listen to me more often,â he murmured, his voice now so low it was almost a whisper. âI only have your best interests at heart, Jiyeonie.â
"Mhm, I'm fine." Luna playfully rolled her eyes at him which Jeonghan caught considering he hadn't taken his eyes off her yet.
Jeonghan carefully eyed her seat and reached for the base and with one quick tug, he pulled her closer before turning his head slightly, his voice smooth and low as he leaned just a bit closer to her, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear. âSay whatever you want but you seem to have a hard time keeping up with them, Nana-ya,â he teased, his tone both condescending and affectionate, his words laced with a quiet, teasing chuckle.
He used that familiar pet name, one that made her heart skip in ways she tried to ignore.
Luna scoffed lightly, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âI was keeping up just fine, thank you very much.â
âMm, sure you were.â Jeonghanâs voice was soft, but it was filled with amusement as he slowly turned toward her, his body shifting so he was facing her more directly.
His eyes gleamed mischievously, a spark of playful intent. âYou should take care of yourself, hm? You should let me take care of you more,â he cooed softly, his tone dipping into that dangerously low, smooth register that always made her stomach twist.
Jeonghan wasnât looking at her like a friend, not anymore, and it made her blood run warmer.
He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against the side of her face as he spoke. His tone was so soft, so intimate, it made her heart race even though the words themselves were teasing.
The way he said it, like she was something fragile, something precious that needed looking afterâ it was disarming.
Luna raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly in her seat as if to regain some distance, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her. âYou'll take care of me?â she repeated, her voice challenging but soft.
Jeonghan leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers now. The scent of his cologneâ earthy, slightly musky, and so distinctly himâ filled her senses.
âSince youâve clearly been overexerting yourself. In practice too, you've been overworking yourself,â he said in that smooth, deep tone, his fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. âYou know how I hate seeing you tired, Jiyeonie.â
The way he spoke, the way his voice dropped into something so soft and intimate, made Lunaâs pulse quicken. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his eyes drinking in every detail of her face as if she were the only thing that mattered in the entire room.
The others were still laughing, still packing up, but to Jeonghan, none of it existed. There was only her.
Luna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, though she fought to keep her composure. She knew him too wellâ knew that behind the teasing, there was something deeper. Something simmering beneath the surface.
âYouâre really laying it on thick tonight, Han,â she teased back, her voice a bit quieter now, the nickname slipping out before she could stop herself. âAre you worried about me?â
Jeonghan eyes darkened slightly, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile as his gaze flickered down to her lips before slowly meeting her eyes again. âI always worry about you,â he murmured, his voice almost a whisper now, intimate and deep.
His words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made Lunaâs breath catch in her throat.
She was drawn to it, to him, even though every rational part of her brain screamed at her to keep her guard up. But Jeonghan had a way of getting under her skin, making her want things she knew she shouldnât.
Before she could reply, his hand brushed against hers, just a light, fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. She glanced down at their hands, the small contact sending her heart racing, but when she looked back up at him, his eyes were still fixed on hers, unrelenting, waiting.
âYouâve been acting strange lately,â she finally said, her voice quieter now, as if the weight of the moment was pressing down on her.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him. âStrange? I thought I was always like this with you.â His tone was playful, but there was a seriousness behind his words, a truth he wasnât ready to say outright.
Luna narrowed her eyes at him, though her lips twitched into a small smile. âNo, you havenât. Not like this.â She paused, her voice dropping lower, more serious. âWhat changed, Jeonghan?â
Luna knew what changed... she just wanted to hear it come out of his mouth⊠she needed to hear it.
The tension between them thickened, palpable, both of them fully aware of what wasnât being said.
Before she could respond, their conversation was interrupted by the sudden noise of Seungcheol calling everyone to gather up. The leaderâs voice cut through the moment like a knife, and Luna could feel the tension between her and Jeonghan dissipate as reality sank back in.
Jeonghan leaned back slightly, his hand still resting on the back of her chair as he gave her a small, knowing smile. âLooks like weâre being summoned,â he said softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
The rest of the group began to gather their things, Seungcheol rounding everyone up with the ease of someone used to managing chaos. Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom finally stopped their dancing, though they were still buzzing with energy as they made their way over to the group.
âCome on,â Jeonghan murmured, standing up from his seat and offering Lunaâs hand.
She took it without hesitation, letting him help her up from the chair, her legs still slightly wobbly from all the dancing. As they made their way to the exit, saying goodbye to everyone as they prepared to head home, Jeonghan kept close to her side.
They exchanged quiet goodbyes with the other members, Seungcheol reminding everyone to get some rest before they had to jump back into work the next day.
Once the farewells were done, Jeonghan gently guided Luna toward his car. âCome on,â he said softly, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he led her through the parking lot. âI didnât drink much, Iâll drive us back.â
The air between them felt heavier now, quieter, as if the rest of the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of them.
Luna didnât protest as they reached his car, slipping into the passenger seat as Jeonghan closed the door behind her. The sound of the car door shutting felt final like they were cocooned in their own little world now, separated from the noise and energy of the night.
Jeonghan slid into the driverâs seat and started the car, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the city lights reflecting off the windows, the tension that had been simmering between them earlier seemed to settle back in, quiet but palpable.
The hum of the car engine blended with the soft pattern of rain beginning to fall against the windshield. The city lights blurred as droplets streaked across the glass, casting soft reflections inside the car. It was a peaceful silence but charged, like the calm before a storm. Everything felt heightened in this small spaceâ the closeness, the warmth, the electricity between them that neither could ignore.
Luna had leaned back, her eyes lazily scanning the passing scenery as she twirled the lollipop in her mouth. Jeonghanâs hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, his focus on the road, but his attention clearly elsewhere.
Finally, Jeonghan broke the silence, his voice soft but cutting through the quiet like the first crack of thunder. âYou really do push yourself too hard,â he murmured, the tone carrying both amusement and concern. He glanced sideways at her, just for a second, catching the way her lips tugged into a smile.
Luna turned her head to face him, the corners of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk. âYou sound like a broken record,â she teased lightly, her voice tinged with laughter. âHave you forgotten you told me that already, or have you just got nothing new to say?â
Jeonghan chuckled a deep sound that filled the quiet car. âIâm just reminding you,â he said, his gaze flicking toward her briefly before returning to the road. âSomeone has to take care of you.â
Luna snorted softly, shaking her head. âI think Iâm doing fine. You should worry about yourself.â
âMe?â Jeonghanâs eyebrows lifted in mock offense. âIâm perfect.â
Luna rolled her eyes, the lollipop making a soft clack as she pulled it out of her mouth and pointed it at him. âYou and your ego, I swear. If your head gets any bigger, youâll need to get a bigger car.â
Jeonghan let out a soft laugh, eyes crinkling in amusement. âPlease, Jiyeonie, you like it.â
She shot him a playful glare but couldnât suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. âYou think you know me so well.â
âI do,â he said confidently, his tone casual yet carrying a weight behind it. âI know you push yourself because you hate being the first to give up. Youâd rather collapse than admit youâre tired.â
Luna blinked, surprised at how easily heâd read her, though she shouldnât have been. Jeonghan always had a way of seeing through her, peeling back layers without even trying. She shrugged, trying to play it off. âMaybe.â
The rain started coming down heavier, drumming against the roof. The windshield wipers moved in a steady rhythm, slicing through the water, but it did nothing to cut through the thickening tension between them.
âYou donât have to impress anyone, Nana-ya,â Jeonghan said quietly, his tone softer now, more sincere. âNot even me.â
Luna felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she masked it with a grin. âWho says Iâm trying to impress you?â
Jeonghan glanced at her, a playful glint in his eyes. âOh, so itâs just me then?â
Luna scoffed, crossing her arms. âDonât get ahead of yourself.â
Jeonghan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. âToo late.â
Luna groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. âWhy do I even bother talking to you?â
âBecause you love me,â he said simply, the teasing tone never leaving his voice.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
There was a pause in their conversation, a lull filled by the steady rhythm of rain against the windshield. The city lights blurred past them, casting soft reflections across Lunaâs face, her features illuminated in a soft, almost ethereal glow
Jeonghan wasnât sure what prompted him to say itâ maybe it was the lingering effect of the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that he couldnât help himselfâbut the words slipped out before he could stop himself.
âHave I told you that you look beautiful today?â Jeonghan asked, his tone casual as he changed the topic, almost too casual for the weight those words carried.
Lunaâs head turned toward him, her eyebrows raising in surprise, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She pulled the lollipop from her mouth, twirling it between her fingers as she gave him a teasing look. âI donât think you have,â she replied, her voice light, playful. âIs that something youâre just realizing now?â
Jeonghan chuckled softly, shaking his head. âNo, Iâve known it all night,â he said smoothly, his voice dipping into that soft, dangerously teasing tone he often used with her. âI just didnât get around to saying it until now.â
Luna leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she twirled the lollipop stick absentmindedly. âWell, thank you for your delayed observation,â she said with a mock-serious nod. âIâm sure youâve had plenty of time to admire me while I was dancing.â
He smiled, not denying it. âTrust me, Iâve been doing more than admiring.â His eyes glinted with mischief, though his voice remained steady and calm, the type of calm that made her heart skip a beat.
Luna rolled her eyes, though she couldnât help the warmth that spread across her cheeks. She looked out the window to hide the smile threatening to break across her face. âAlways so smooth, Hannie.â
âYou love it when Iâm smooth,â he replied, his voice dipping lower, softer, as he glanced at her again. There was something different in his gaze this timeâsomething that made the air between them feel heavier, more charged.
Lunaâs smile faded slightly, though not from discomfort. There was something in the way he was looking at her, something that made her pulse quicken despite herself. She didnât respond immediately, choosing instead to stare out at the rain as it blurred against the glass, her mind racing with thoughts she had tried to push aside for a long time.
Luna knew this game.
She knew how Jeonghan flirtedâ it was playful, light, teasing, always with a little smirk and a sparkle in his eyes. He had flirted with her before more so these last couple of months and she had always brushed it off, played along, knowing it didnât mean anything.
But tonight felt different. There was something in the way his eyes lingered on her, the way his voice dropped into that dangerously low tone whenever he spoke to her. It made her stomach twist in ways that scared her.
She told herself it was just him being Jeonghan, that he hadnât changed, that this was just how he was. But deep down, she couldnât help but feel that something had shifted between them. She had seen it in the way he looked at her tonight, had felt it in the way he hovered near her during the party, the way his fingers brushed hers when he helped her out of her chair earlier.
It wasnât just friendly. It was something more, something heavier, something that made her chest tighten with a mix of hope and fear.
And yet⊠Luna couldnât help herself.
She was drawn to it, drawn to him.
Even though she had promised herself she wouldnât let her heart win again, even though she had sworn to herself that she wouldnât let her guard down, she was losing the battle.
It was impossible to resist Yoon Jeonghan, especially when he looked at her like she was the only person in the roomâ he had a way of making her feel like the center of his universe, even when he was surrounded by others.
It was intoxicating.
Dangerous.
But Bae Jiyeon was drawn to it all the same.
She knew she shouldnât.
She knew it was risky, that letting herself fall again would only lead to heartache.
But as she sat there, feeling his eyes on her, feeling the warmth of his presence beside her, she wondered if maybeâ just maybeâ she was willing to take that risk again.
âYouâre such a flirt. In fact, youâre bolder than normal,â Luna allowed herself to chuckle.
Jeonghan's fingers tightened on the steering wheel for a moment as her words lingered between them.
Where had this sudden boldness come from?
He didn't know.
Sure, he flirted, teased, and bantered with Lunaâ it was their dynamic, the rhythm theyâd fallen into after years of knowing each other.
But something about these past few months and more so tonight felt different.
Maybe it was the few drinks heâd had earlier, loosening his inhibitions just enough to say the things heâd been holding back. Or maybe it was desperation, the realization that he had been skirting around his feelings for far too long.
Maybe it was because they were alone, away from the rest of the group, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.
Maybe it was the way she looked tonight and every dayâ beautiful, radiant like she didnât even realize the effect she had on him.
Maybe it was just her.
Maybe it had always been her.
He had always been good at hiding his emotions, at keeping things under wraps, but with Luna⊠it was different.
She had a way of breaking through his defenses without even trying. He could still remember the way she looked at him when she confessed last yearâ the heartbreak in her eyes when he rejected her. He hadnât meant to hurt her, but he had. And heâd been thinking about it ever since.
Or maybe it was the fact that he was tired of pretending he didnât feel something for her, something more than friendship.
He had spent so long avoiding this, avoiding her, because he was scared. Scared of what it would mean if he admitted to himself that he had feelings for her.
But sitting here, in this small, quiet space with the rain falling softly around them, he felt like he couldnât hold it in anymore. He was drawn to herâ had always been drawn to herâ but tonight, it was different.
Whatever it was, he was allowing himself to be a little reckless.
The rain intensified, the rhythmic sound growing louder as they drove through the quiet streets back to the dorm. The world outside the car was dark and blurred, but inside, the tension was so thick it felt like something tangible.
Every second they spent in this small, enclosed space made the air feel heavier, more charged. Jeonghan could feel it in every breath, in every glance she threw his way.
Tonight, he was ready to risk it.
He wasnât sure how he had managed to keep himself in check for so long, because right now, all he wanted was her.
Jeonghan cleared his throat, his voice dropping lower as he spoke. âYou know, I wasnât lying when I said you look beautiful. I wasnât just saying that to flatter you,â he murmured, his tone soft but deliberate. âYou really do look beautiful tonight.â
âMm⊠thank you,â Luna said as she shifted in her seat slightly, pulling her legs up underneath her as she leaned against the car door.
Jeonghan glanced at her again, his heart skipping a beat when he saw her looking back at him and for a moment, he was gone. She was smiling softly, her eyes bright despite the late hour, her lips still stained from the lollipop she had been playing with all night.
And in that moment, Jeonghan realized he was a goner.
Completely and utterly lost.
The way she looked bathed in the faint glow of the dashboard lights, her lips curling around her words, her eyes dancing with mischief. The subtle scent of her perfume filled the car, a warm and intoxicating mix that tugged at his senses.
Luna was talking, her voice a tantalizing melody yet Jeonghan couldnât make out what she was sayingâ he wasâŠ. completely and utterly lost. And then, her handâ the gentle, casual touch as she caressed his shoulder while she talked, sending a jolt through his chest like a spark had just ignited something inside him.
How was he supposed to concentrate on driving when every part of him was tuned into her?
Jeonghan realized, with a sudden, amused thought, that there were a few things you absolutely shouldnât do while driving: use your phone, be drunk, speed recklessly⊠and have Bae Jiyeon sitting in your passenger seat.
It was dangerous.
The kind of danger that made him wonder if he was more likely to crash the car from being so utterly distracted by her.
Jeonghanâs grip on the wheel tightened as he forced himself to focus on the road ahead. But then he glanced at her again, and his breath caught for a second.
Luna was watching himâ no, she was staring at him with a smug look in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Of course, she knew. She always knew.
That smugness in her expression, the way her lips twitched as if she was enjoying watching him squirmâ it was maddening.
Luna was enjoying this. Petty as she could be, she was reveling in the way he was slowly unraveling under her gaze.
And just like that, Luna decided to throw all of her fucks out the window.
âAm I going to be the cause of our collective demise once you crash this car?â Luna chuckled as she addressed Jeonghanâs focus on her despite driving.
âYou think this is funny?â he muttered, his voice low, laced with that familiar teasing edge. He didnât even try to hide the amusement in his tone, despite the frustration simmering underneath.
Luna twirled the lollipop in her mouth, the little pink candy rotating lazily as she continued to stare at him, her eyes glinting mischievously.
She didnât even bother to answer himâ just smirked and leaned back in her seat as if she had already won this silent game they were playing.
There was something in the way she was looking at him nowâ something deeper than just their usual playful banter. He could feel the heat of her gaze, the way her eyes seemed to trace over him as if she was daring him to do something.
The tension was unbearable, every word they exchanged adding to the weight of it.
Jeonghan knew, at that moment, that any shred of morality or self-restraint he had left was being thrown out the window.
He couldnât help himself anymore, not when she was looking at him like that, not when every nerve in his body was on fire from just being near her.
He glanced at her again, and this time, he didnât hold back the flirtation in his voice. âNana-yaâŠâ he started, his tone smooth, dangerously soft. âIf you keep looking at me like that, we might have a problem.â
Luna raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she continued to twirl the lollipop in her mouth. âOh?â she murmured, feigning innocence, though the glint in her eyes told him she was anything but. âAnd what kind of problem would that be?â
Jeonghanâs eyes flicked toward her briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. âThe kind where I stop caring about the road entirely and start caring about something else.â
The implication hung in the air between them, thick with the tension neither of them was willing to fully acknowledge yet.
Luna giggled, leaning back against the seat, twirling the lollipop between her fingers like she was playing with the moment. âYouâre such a flirt, Hannie,â she said, shaking her head slightly. Her voice was light, but there was a warmth there, something knowing as if she was fully aware of the effect she had on him.
âAnd you love it,â Jeonghan shot back, his tone a mix of teasing and certainty.
He wasnât even askingâ it was a fact between them.
Luna tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. âMaybe I do,â she admitted, licking her lips as she discarded the stick. âBut donât let it go to your head.â
Jeonghan chuckled softly, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. âToo late,â he cooed, his voice slipping into that condescending tone again, the one he knew always made her roll her eyes. âI think you like it when I tease you, Jiyeonie.â
She glanced at him from the side, the soft glow from the dashboard lights catching in her eyes. âAnd I think you talk too much,â she retorted, though her smile betrayed her.
âDo I?â Jeonghanâs voice dipped lower, softer, almost a whisper as he added, âI think you like it when I talk to you like this.â
Luna shifted in her seat, crossing her arms and giving him a side-eye. âYou think a lot of things, donât you?â
He grinned at her defiance, leaning slightly toward her as he replied, âAnd Iâm usually right, arenât I?â
Luna let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she watched the rain streak across the windshield. âYouâre impossible.â
âMm,â Jeonghan hummed, his voice a lazy drawl. âBut youâre still here.â
âWho would you gawk at if I wasnât?â Luna smirked.
The rain picked up, soft at first, then heavier, drumming on the windshield in rhythm with Jeonghan's increasingly erratic thoughts. The world outside was blurred, the soft streetlights hazy in the downpour, but inside the car, the tension was palpable.
Jeonghan's fingers tightened around the steering wheel as if holding on for dear life, not because of the rain, but because of the woman sitting next to him, practically radiating smug confidence.
Luna's presence was overwhelming, and the teasing glint in her eyes felt like a challenge he wasn't sure he could resist.
Her fingers idly twirled the lollipop in her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and the maddening part was how much she was enjoying every second of it. Her smirk, and her playfulness all gnawed at him in the best and worst ways possible.
Everything about her posture screamed cat-that-got-the-canaryâ as if she knew exactly how close Jeonghan was to cracking.
If only he knew what would happen if he did.
âBrat,â Jeonghan let out a sharp breath through his nose, trying to focus on the road ahead, though it was becoming increasingly impossible. Every glance her way made his pulse quicken, made the frustration in him grow.
And then, without thinking, his hand left the wheel.
It was quick, almost instinctual, like gravity had pulled him toward her. His palm landed on her thigh-firm, commanding-sending a jolt of heat up her leg. His fingers splayed against the soft fabric of her sheer black tights, the warmth of her skin radiating through the material. His touch was possessive, but his grip remained gentle as if he was testing the boundaries, daring her to stop him.
Luna's breath hitched, just slightly, but she didn't push his hand away. Instead, she shifted in her seat, just enough to press into his touch, amplifying the tension that had already settled thickly between them.
Her eyes flicked down to where his hand rested, then back up to his face, and she bit her lower lip, a smirk still tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Hannie," she practically purred, her voice sweet but laced with mischief. "Is that really the safest thing to do while driving?"
Jeonghan's fingers flexed against her thigh, a slow, deliberate movement that made her feel the weight of his touch even more. He tilted his head toward her, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, the playful tone from before replaced with something deeper, something more intense. His voice came out in a low, velvety murmur.
"Safe?" he repeated, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. "I am holding onto you for safety, Jiyeonie."
Luna's eyes glimmered with challenge, her heartbeat quickening, though she'd never let him know it. She leaned in slightly, her hand drifting toward his arm, her fingertips brushing against his wrist where it rested on her leg. Her voice was just as teasing, if not more, as she shot back, "You seem awfully distracted for someone who's supposed to be focused on the road."
Jeonghan chuckled under his breath, the sound soft and low, the kind of laugh that sent a shiver down her spine. "I am distracted," he admitted, his thumb now tracing a lazy circle on her thigh. His eyes darted from the road back to her, his gaze heavy with desire. "You're not exactly helping, pretty girl."
Luna's lips curved into a smirk, one that practically dared him to go further. "Focus, Hannie," she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jeonghan shot her a look, one eyebrow raised, clearly amused by her brattiness.
"Iâm focused," he said smoothly, his voice dropping even lower. He squeezed her thigh slightly, his fingers pressing in just enough to make her gasp, though it was clear from the look in her eyes that she loved it.
The rain continued to pour, the rhythmic sound of droplets against the windshield only adding to the charged atmosphere inside the car. The world outside was quiet, but inside, the storm between them was brewing, and neither of them seemed interested in calming it.
Luna's heartbeat quickened as she shifted in her seat again, crossing her legs, which only served to push his hand higher up her thigh. She gave him a sideways glance, the corner of her mouth lifting in a taunting smile. "Big talk for someone who's barely keeping his eyes on the road."
Jeonghan's jaw clenched slightly, though there was no anger behind itâ just the overwhelming desire to wipe that smug look off her face. He could feel the heat rising between them, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
But God, did he love it.
There was something about the way Luna teased him, the way she pushed and pushed until he was at the edge of his control. And maybe that was why he never stopped her. Maybe he wanted her to push him past his limits. Maybe he wanted to see just how far he could fall before losing himself completely
Without thinking, his hand slid further up her thigh, his fingertips brushing against the seam of her shorts, the movement slow, deliberate, teasing. His voice was a soft purr as he spoke, his lips barely moving.
"Do you really want to keep testing me, Bae Jiyeon?"
Luna let out a soft, breathy laugh, her lips curling into a devilish smile. "Why not?" she shot back, her voice playful but challenging. "It's fun watching you angry. I rarely get to see you even remotely pissed off.â
Jeonghan's grip tightened ever so slightly, his fingers digging into her skin, but the way his eyes darkened told her everything she needed to know. He was closeâ so close to giving in to whatever dangerous game they were playing. His thumb brushed lightly against the inside of her thigh, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver down her spine.
The car slowed as they neared finally reached the dorm, the streetlights casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The rain had picked up, turning into a torrential downpour, the sound of it filling the space between them.
But the tensionâ the crackling, electrifying tension-remained. Neither of them said a word as Jeonghan pulled into the parking lot, the engine's hum cutting off as he switched off the ignition before removing his seatbelt.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the rain hammering against the roof of the car, the only sound between them. Jeonghan's hand still rested on her thigh, his grip firm but not uncomfortable. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and unreadable as they locked onto hers.
Luna met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. The playful banter was gone, replaced by something heavier, something far more dangerous. Her pulse raced as she waited, the silence between them thick with anticipation.
And then, without a word, Jeonghan leaned in. His breath was warm against her skin, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers as he whispered, "Do you know you make me go insane?â
Luna's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she just stared at him, her pulse quickening as she felt the heat of his body so close to hers.
Jeonghan's eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, a slow smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "But I think you already knew that, didn't you?"
Luna swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "Maybe. But I like hearing you say it."
Jeonghan's smile widened, his hand tightening ever so slightly on her thigh as he whispered, "Then I'll say it as many times as you want."
Luna's breath hitched, her pulse racing as she felt the tension between them reach its breaking point. But before either of them could say another word, the sound of the rain grew louder, drowning out everything else.
And in that moment, it wasn't the storm outside that threatened to consume themâ it was the storm brewing between them, one that neither of them seemed willing to stop.
Jeonghan's breath was hot against Luna's face, his voice dropping into that intoxicating whisper that sent shivers racing up her spine. "What else do you want to hear me say, hm?"
His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his words soft but laced with that infuriating, devastating sweetness that he always seemed to use to unravel her.
Luna sat frozen in her seat, the weight of his gaze holding her captive as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She couldn't speak.
Couldn't move.
She could only stare back at him, helpless beneath the intensity in his eyes, the heat of his breath against her skin making her dizzy.
And Jeonghan noticed it all.
The way she was falling apart under him, the way her lips parted just slightly but no words came out, the way her chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath.
It made him smirk, that familiar, cocky smile that she loved and hated at the same time.
He knew what he was doing to her. He always did.
He took pride in being the only one to make the big, bad, and confident Bae Jiyeon crumble.
His hand slid from her thigh to her cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin with such a delicate touch, as though he were savoring the moment, every second of it.
His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight through her body.
"Wanna hear how breathtaking you are?" Jeonghan's voice was soft, teasing, but there was something darker underneathâ something deeper. "How much I love hearing your voice?" His fingers tangled in her hair as his thumb stroked her jaw. "How sweet you smell, Jiyeonie?"
Speechless.
Luna was utterly speechless.
âAnything. Iâll say anything for you, however much you want, pretty angel. Just tell me.â
Jeonghan said it all in that baby-talk voice that always drove her crazy, soft and low and teasing. The tone wrapped around her like a warm blanket, lulling her into a state of pure intoxication. Every word felt like a caress, every breath of his like a temptation.
He was ruining her, and he knew it.
Luna couldn't help herself. She leaned back against the door of the car, her head resting on the window as she stared at him, mesmerized. His fingers trailed through her hair, and his eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn't quite placeâ scanned every inch of her face, lingering on her lips.
She didn't know how it had come to this.
How she had gone from playful banter to this suffocating, unrelenting tension that made her feel like she was on the edge of something dangerous, something that once started, neither of them could take back.
But maybe she didn't want to take it back.
Jeonghan leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers as he tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the lollipop stick still hanging from her mouth. "Always wanted to know what it tastes like," he murmured, his voice smooth, almost playful.
For a split second, a dumb part of Luna thought he meant the lollipop itself, and her mind raced to think of a witty comeback. But before she could say anything, Jeonghan's hand reached up, gently pulling the stick from her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
And then, without another word, his fingers caught her chin between them, holding her still as he leaned in closer.
It happened so quickly and so slowly all at once. One second, he was hovering in front of her, teasing her with the nearness of his lips. The next, his mouth was on hers, capturing her in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and sent her heart into a freefall.
The first touch of his lips against hers was soft, and tentative, like he was testing the waters. But then, when he felt her lips part beneath his when he heard the soft, almost inaudible gasp that escaped herâ he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer.
For years, they had danced around this moment. Years of stolen glances, of teasing words and almost-touches. Years of denying what they both knew was there, simmering beneath the surface, too dangerous to acknowledge.
But now, with the rain pouring down around them, the car windows fogging up from the heat of their breath, and the tension that crackled between them like electricityâ there was no more denying it.
Jeonghan's lips moved against hers with a softness that belied the intensity of the feelings that had been building up inside him for so long. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently as his other hand slid down her neck, caressing the skin there before resting just above her collarbone.
Luna's mind was a blur, her thoughts spinning as she melted into him, her body reacting instinctively to the heat of his touch. She had imagined this moment so many timesâ late at night, when she couldn't sleep, wondering what it would feel like to finally close the distance between them. But nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it.
Nothing could have prepared her for the way his lips felt against hers, soft but demanding or the way his hand cradled the back of her head like she was something precious. The way his breath hitched when she responded when she kissed him back with just as much hunger as if she had been waiting for this just as long as he had.
At that moment, everything else fell awayâ the rain, the car, the world outside. All that mattered was him, the taste of his lips, the warmth of his hand on her skin.
All the years of pining, of holding back, of pretending they didn't feel what they didâ it all dissolved in the heat of the kiss.
Jeonghan groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her lips as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even further. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear the thought of even an inch of space between them.
Luna's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer, her body arching toward him instinctively. The kiss was everything she had imagined and more fiery, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.
And yet, there was a softness to it, too. A tenderness in the way his thumb brushed her cheek, in the way his lips softened against hers as if he was savoring every second of it.
Her mind was spinning, her heart pounding in her chest as they kissed, the sound of the rain outside only intensifying the moment, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. This kiss was more than just a kissâ it was a culmination of everything that had been building between them for years.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they panted softly, the air between them thick with the weight of what had just happened.
Jeonghan's hand was still cradling her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek as he stared down at her, his dark eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place.
"Jiyeon-ah," he whispered, his voice rough, his breath warm against her lips. He didn't say anything elseâhe didn't need to.
Everything he was feeling was written in the way he looked at her, in the way his fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against her skin.
Luna's heart was still racing, her mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. But when she met his gaze, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, she knew.
This wasn't just a moment. This was everything they had been denying, everything they had been too afraid to acknowledge.
Jeonghan didnât waste a second. As soon as the kiss broke, his lips still tingling from the warmth of hers, he popped the lollipop he was still holding in between his fingers back into his mouth with a smirk, tasting the lingering sweetness that seemed insignificant compared to the taste of her lips.
Without a word, he grabbed her purse from the back seat and pushed open his door, stepping out into the pouring rain.
The downpour was relentless, soaking him to the bone the moment he left the car, but he didnât care. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his clothes sticking to his skin as he jogged around the front of the car, his shoes splashing in the puddles that had formed beneath him. The rain chilled him, but the heat still simmering in his veins from their kiss overpowered the cold.
Luna was still frozen in her seat, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
The taste of Jeonghan's kiss was still fresh on her lips, her pulse racing, every nerve ending in her body on fire. She hadnât even noticed that Jeonghan had left the car, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she replayed the feel of his lips, the way his hand had tangled in her hair, the way he had kissed her like he was claiming her.
She was only brought back to reality when the passenger door opened with a wet, metallic groan, and Jeonghan, drenched and dripping, crouched down to meet her wide-eyed gaze.
His eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable as his hands moved to her seatbelt, carefully unclipping it before leaning in just enough for her to catch the scent of rain and his cologne, now mingling with the smell of wet clothes âCome on,â he murmured, his voice still rough from the kiss.
His fingers found hers, intertwining with them as he gently but firmly pulled her out of the car and into the rain.
The cold rain hit her like a shock, drenching her instantly as her shoes splashed into a puddle beside the curb. She barely had time to register the chill because Jeonghanâs hand tightened around hers, pulling her toward the dorm entrance with a sense of urgency like he couldnât bear to be apart from her for even another second.
They sprinted through the rain, hand in hand, as it poured relentlessly, drenching both of them until their clothes clung to their bodies. Lunaâs breath came in quick, ragged gasps, her heart still hammering from the kiss, from the feel of Jeonghanâs fingers tightly gripping hers.
By the time they reached the dorm buildingâs entrance, they were soaked, water dripping from their hair and clothes, but neither of them seemed to care.
Jeonghan pulled open the door with one swift motion, leading her inside, their footsteps echoing off the tiled floor as they hurried toward the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, the tension snapped back into place, stronger and more electric than before.
The rain had done nothing to cool the heat simmering between them. If anything, it had only intensified it.
Jeonghan stood there for a second, his chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, and water droplets running down his face.
And then, without warning, he yanked the lollipop from his mouth and threw it carelessly to the floor of the elevator, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her knees go weak.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the elevator wall, his body pressing against hers, pinning her in place. His lips crashed into hers again, desperate, hungry, like he couldnât wait another second to taste her again.
Lunaâs hands flew to his chest, fingers curling into the wet fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back just as desperately, just as hungrily. The heat between them was unbearable, the feel of his body against hers, the taste of his lipsâ everything about him was overwhelming her senses, and she couldnât get enough.
Between kisses, Jeonghanâs breath was ragged, his voice low and rough. âGod, Iâve been wanting to do this for so long.â
Lunaâs response was a soft gasp as his hand slid up her side, pressing her closer against the wall. âHanâ oppaâŠâ
He kissed her again, cutting off her words, his lips moving against hers with a fierce intensity. âYou donât even know how much I wanted this, Jiyeonie,â he whispered, his breath hot against her mouth as he pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with desire.
Luna couldnât speak.
Couldnât think.
All she could do was feelâ the heat of his body, the way his fingers dug into her waist, the way his lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined it in a thousand different ways, but nothing could compare to the real thing.
Nothing could compare to the way Jeonghan kissed her like he was starving like he needed her to breathe.
The elevator dinged, the sound almost lost in the haze of their kiss. Jeonghan pulled away just long enough to glance at the floor number before a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed her hand again, yanking her out of the elevator as the doors opened.
Their footsteps were hurried as they made their way to his apartment, water still dripping from their clothes and hair. Without a second thought, Jeonghan typed his password, fumbling slightly as he unlocked the door in his haste.
The moment it swung open, he pulled her inside, slamming the door shut behind them with a loud thud, locking it in one fluid motion. Before Luna could even catch her breath, Jeonghan had her pressed up against the door, his hands braced on either side of her head as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers again, teasing.
âYouâre staying here with me tonight, okay?â he murmured, his voice soft, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable.
Luna barely had time to nod before his lips were on hers again, his hands sliding down her waist, pulling her flush against him as if he couldnât stand the thought of any space between them.
The intensity of the kiss made her dizzy, her body reacting on instinct, her hands tangling in his soaked hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. They were both drenched, clothes sticking to their skin, hair dripping water onto the floor, but none of it mattered.
All that mattered was thisâ this moment, this kiss, this connection that had been building for years, finally unleashed with a force neither of them could control.
Jeonghanâs hand slid up her side, fingers grazing her wet skin beneath her soaked shirt, making her shiver despite the heat between them. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, down to her neck, where he left a trail of soft, teasing kisses, his breath warm against her skin.
Lunaâs breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as her head tilted back, giving him more access. âHannieâŠâ she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind spinning from the overwhelming sensation of his touch, his lips, his body pressed so firmly against hers.
âNana-yaâŠâ he hummed back, his voice rough and filled with so much emotion, so much want, that it made her knees buckle beneath her. âIâm never letting you go after this. You know that right?â
Jeonghan couldnât get enough of herâ her taste, her scent, the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Every kiss was deeper, more desperate like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.
His hand slid beneath her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the way her body trembled under his touch. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her, a mix of rain, shampoo, and something uniquely Luna.
God, sheâs perfect.
He couldn't help the thought that ran through his mind, as if seeing her, feeling her like this, up close, made him realize just how breathtaking she truly was. Every inch of her, from the way she gasped softly at his touch to the way her hands clung to him as though he was the only thing keeping her grounded, drove him mad with need.
Lunaâs mind was a mess, her body responding to him in ways she hadnât imagined. Every brush of his lips on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and the way his hands roamed over her like he was memorizing her made her heart race uncontrollably.
Sheâd dreamed of this moment countless timesâ of Jeonghan looking at her the way he was now, touching her like he couldnât get enough. But now that it was happening, it was so much more than she ever imagined.
Heâs really here. This is really happening.
His hands, his mouth, the way he said her nameâ it all felt too good to be real like she was living in some fantasy she had conjured. But the heat of his breath against her neck, the way his body pressed into hers, was too intense to be anything but reality. And now that they had crossed this line, she didnât want to stop.
She didnât want to think about the consequences, the risks, or the years they had tiptoed around their feelings.
All she wanted was Jeonghan.
Jeonghanâs lips moved back up to her mouth, capturing her in another deep, urgent kiss. His hand slid further under her shirt, his thumb brushing against her ribs, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
âI hated what I did to youâ I shouldnât have lied to you about my feelings,â he murmured against her lips, his voice low, almost a growl.
Lunaâs heart skipped a beat, her hands tightening their grip on his damp shirt. She looked into his eyes, breathless, her lips still tingling from his kiss. âThen why did you?â she whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes searched his, wanting to understand why he had kepthis feelings to himself for so long.
Jeonghan's eyes darkened slightly as he rested his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the small space between them. "I was scared," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with something between regret and longing.
But not anymore, Jeonghan thought to himself, feeling the weight of all the unspoken words they had left hanging in the air for years.
He had been so careful, so patient, but now that he had her here, now that he had tasted what they could be together, there was no going back.
Jeonghan can't let her go. Not now.
Lunaâs heart ached at his words, but a part of her understood.
They had always been so careful, always so focused on the group, on protecting what they had built together. But she couldnât stop the pang of frustration that crept in. They had wasted so much time, so many years dancing around each other, denying what was always there, just beneath the surface.
âWe could have had this sooner,â she murmured, her voice barely audible as she cupped his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek.
Jeonghan leaned into her touch, closing his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of her hands on his skin. âI know,â he breathed out, his lips brushing against hers again, softer this time, almost tender. âBut I was afraid⊠of how much I wanted you.â
Those words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body reacting instantly to the intensity in his voice.
She didnât think she could want him more than she already did, but somehow, hearing him admit that he had been holding back for so long only made her desire for him stronger.
Jeonghanâs hands slid up her sides, pushing the wet fabric of her shirt higher, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her stomach. âYouâre driving me crazy, Bae Jiyeon,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire as his lips found hers again, their kiss deeper, more urgent than before.
Lunaâs hands slipped into his hair, tugging him closer as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her mind racing with the realization that they were finally here, that everything they had held back for so long was finally pouring out between them, unstoppable, uncontrollable.
âI donât want to stop,â Jeonghan whispered against her lips, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. âI donât think I can.â
Lunaâs heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. âThen donât,â she whispered back, her voice filled with the same desperation, the same need that had been building between them for years.
Jeonghanâs eyes darkened at her words, his hand sliding into her hair as he kissed her again, harder this time, more possessive. His other hand trailed down her side, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Every kiss, every touch, felt like a promiseâ one that neither of them was willing to break. The world outside their bubble no longer existed. It was just themâ Jeonghan and Lunaâ finally giving in to the undeniable connection they had tried so hard to resist for years.
The heat between them was unbearable, and consuming, and neither of them cared about the consequences anymore.
They had waited long enough.
Jeonghan's lips were relentless, his hands roaming over her with a desperation that mirrored her own. Luna's fingers curled into his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him back with equal fervor. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, neither of them wanted it to end.
Jeonghan's hands slid down her back, pulling her even closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. Luna's breath hitched as she felt his desire matching her own, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that left her dizzy.
His touch was electric, his kisses like a drug she couldn't get enough of. She wanted moreâ needed more of him.
Their kisses grew deeper, more intense as if they were trying to communicate everything they had left unsaid for years through their touch alone.
Luna's hands roamed over his chest, and his shoulders, memorizing the feel of him, the warmth of his skin. Jeonghan's fingers traced patterns on her back, his lips trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Jeonghan pulled away slightly, his breath still mingling with hers, his eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation.
The tension between them still buzzed in the air, but now there was a softness there, a quiet moment of clarity that hung heavy between their shared breaths. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin as if he was grounding himself in her presence, ensuring she was okay.
âJiyeonâŠâ Jeonghanâs voice was soft now, barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything that had happened between them over the years. âIf we do thisâŠâ He paused, his dark eyes locking with hers, the intensity in them impossible to miss. âYouâre mine.â
There it wasâ Jeonghanâs possessiveness laid out in a simple, yet potent statement.
It wasnât a question, and it wasnât a plea.
It was a declaration, one that carried the kind of certainty that had always been a part of him, but now it was directed solely at her.
His gaze didnât waver, waiting for her response.
For a moment, Luna just blinked, still catching her breath, feeling the heat of his words settling into her. She could feel the intensity of his claim, but it didnât faze herâ she wasnât the type to be overwhelmed. If anything, it only fueled her.
A small, almost mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of defiance he loved so much.
âYours, huh?â She raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with that quick wit and teasing edge she wielded so well. âLast I checked, I donât remember signing any contracts.â
Jeonghan let out a breathy chuckle, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. âOh, Iâm pretty sure you signed it the moment you let me kiss you,â he cooed, his tone smooth and teasing, though there was no mistaking the seriousness underlying his words. âBut if you need a reminder, I can always make it official.â
Lunaâs heart raced as he spoke, the familiar push and pull between them sending her mind into overdrive. She liked the way he challenged her, the way he never let her have the last word easily.
But she wasnât about to back down. Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she leaned in just a little, her voice dropping into a near whisper as she fired back, âYouâll have to convince me, Hannie.â
Jeonghan grinned, leaning his forehead against hers as a soft laugh escaped him, the warmth of it rolling through the charged air between them. âThatâs what I love about you,â he murmured, his voice dipping lower, soft and almost condescending in its teasing tone. âYou never make it easy.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, his breath brushing against her lips again, his fingers gently stroking her cheek as he leaned in, the weight of his words sinking in deeper. âBut I wasnât asking you to make it easy. I like a challenge.â His voice was almost a purr now, each word laced with the kind of softness that only he could pull off while still holding all the control.
âI always win in the end anyway.â
Luna felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the sensation of his breath on her skin and the teasing tone in his voice doing things to her that she couldnât fully explain.
Her witty retort died on her tongue, and for the second time today in their back-and-forth, she found herself at a loss for words, simply staring into his eyes.
And Jeonghan knew itâ he saw the way her resolve wavered, just for a second, and his smirk deepened, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
âWhatâs wrong, pretty girl?â he cooed softly, his voice dripping with that condescending baby talk he knew always got to her. âHm? You okay?â
Lunaâs heart skipped a beat, her breath catching as she struggled to regain her composure, but the look in his eyes, the way his voice curled around her name, had her completely undone.
All she could manage was a quiet, âShut up, Yoon Jeonghan.â
Jeonghan grinned, leaning in even closer until his lips were just barely grazing hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. "I love when you look at me like that... all helpless. You're not as tough as you pretend to be, are you?"
"Jeonghan, please... stop teasing me." Lunaâs voice was soft and breathy, almost pleading as she tugged at his shirt, unable to handle how slowly he was drawing everything out.
âNo? You donât like it? I thought you liked it, hm?âJeonghan teasingly whispered against her lips, his voice full of knowing condescension, taunting her with the fact that she always gave in to him. âItâs not fun when youâre the one being teased, huh?
Jeonghan lowered his head slowly, the glint in his eyes unmistakable as he taunted her with a soft, knowing smirk. His face hovered just inches above hers, his breath warm against her skin. She felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and teasing, as he tilted his head, pretending to consider her predicament. The moment stretched on, tension wrapping around them like a vice.
"So quiet now..." His voice was a low purr, almost a coo, dripping with condescension. He paused deliberately, letting his words sink in before speaking again. "Where's all that fire from earlier, Nana-ya?"
The nickname came out in a soft sing-song, teasing her further as his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from her flushed face.
Luna looked up at him, her wide eyes almost innocent, her lips parted in the slightest pout. Her heart raced in her chest, a mix of frustration and need swirling within her. "I can't handle it when you're like this... you know that." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with a soft, frustrated whine as she pressed her forehead against his chest, her body melting into him, overwhelmed by how effortlessly he unraveled her.
Her words seemed to ignite something in Jeonghan, the way her small, innocent plea tugged at his heart. He couldn't help the way his lips curved into a smirk, his fingers instinctively moving to caress her hair.
"Aw, my poor baby," he cooed, his tone laced with amusement as he stroked her hair, letting his fingertips trace lightly over her scalp. "You really can't handle it, huh?" He whispered into her hair, his voice soft but teasing.
His heart swelled at the way she softened under his touch, completely pliable, like she was made for him to tease, to protect, to hold.
Jeonghan exhaled slowly, giving in to the tenderness that washed over him in waves.
"Alright, alright... come here." His voice softened as he leaned down and scooped her into his arms effortlessly, his strong grip making her feel weightless. She let out a tiny gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck while he lifted her as if she were made of air.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against him as he held her securely, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in his world. His chest was warm, the steady beat of his heart against hers calming the storm that had raged moments earlier.
Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he whispered, "You know I can't resist you when you're like this." His tone was gentle now, the teasing edge replaced by something softer, more protective. He shifted her weight in his arms as he carried her across the room, their bodies still so close, her head resting on his shoulder as she nestled into the crook of his neck.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, the soft creak of the door the only sound between them. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the curtains, casting a pale light over the bed. Jeonghan gently lowered her onto the bed, his hands never leaving her as he carefully settled her down on the plush mattress.
Luna's fingers clung to his shirt, her body still tingling from his touch. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted as if she didn't want to let go of him just yet.
Jeonghan chuckled softly, "Look at you... so pretty for me. You know I can't resist when you're like this, don't you?" He gently stroked her hair, his voice filled with doting affection, his eyes tracing her features like he couldn't get enough.
Luna's impatient lips found their way along the line of his jaw, teasing, swirling, tasting; her tangled curls brushing against his cheek like a lover's tender caress.
Jeonghan was intoxicated; by her, by this delicious moment that felt like a dream.
His hands, those gentle, long-fingered hands were gently removing her jacket with such finesse, now gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer against him. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her attire, and he groaned, a sound that was swallowed by their ravenous kisses.
Luna gasped, her head tilting back to expose the long, elegant line of her throat. Jeonghan took advantage, his lips and teeth tracing a path of fire down to the hollow at the base of her neck.
Her hands, previously knotted in Jeonghanâs hair, now clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He could feel her pulse racing, matching the frantic beat of his own heart.
"Oppa... please. I need you.â Lunaâs was voice breathy, a little whimper escaping her as she reached for him, the need in her words almost unbearable.
"Fuck, Jiyeonie," he muttered, his voice a low growl against her skin. "Youâre gonna kill me."
"Please, Hannie... I'll be good." Luna breathed out a small, pleading whimper as she promised obedience, her tone soft and submissive, wanting nothing more than to please him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her. He could feel her, hot and wet even through their drenched clothes, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to grind against her like a teenager.
Bae Jiyeon was trying to kill Yoon Jeonghan.
He was sure of it.
"Han," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging sharply. "Please."
"Please what? Hm," he teased, his voice a low purr. "Tell me what you want."
Lunaâs breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again, meeting his gaze. "I want... I want you to take me⊠please.â
âTake you where? Disneyland?â Jeonghan couldnât help himself as he smirked down at Luna who was now looking at him with a look mixed with frustration and agitation. âTell me.â
"Oppa, I'm trying... but you make it so hard." Luna released a soft, frustrated whisper as she whined, biting her lip in frustration, overwhelmed by the way he is teasing her.
âTell me what you want, pretty girl. You can do it. Tell me and Iâll do anything.â Jeonghan cooed as he caressed her cheeks.
Luna swallowed hard, her eyes darkening with desire.
"Fuck me, Hannie. I want you, please.â Luna whispered, her voice barely audible yet laden with desire. Her words were like a matchstick set alight, igniting a wildfire within him.
A jolt of electricity shot through Jeonghan at her words, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. He gripped her chin, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough.
âFuck me,â Luna said in an instant, desperately.
Jeonghan wasted no time. He grabbed her legs which were still wrapped around his waist. With a desperate and impatient flurry of movement, clothes started flying from all over the room, leaving them both bare and even more desperate than ever.
Jeonghan sat down on the bed, pulling Luna upward onto his lap, and straddling him. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently.
Luna arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against his palms, begging for his mouth.
Jeonghan gripped her tighter against him, her legs wrapping around his waist, his hands gripping her ass. He could feel her heat against his stomach, her wetness coating him. He groaned, his head dipping down to capture her nipple in his mouth.
He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, making Luna squirm in his arms. She arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck, Han," she panted, her hips grinding against him. "I need you inside me.
Jeonghan didn't need any more encouragement. He released her nipple with a pop, his hands shifting to position himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same hunger reflected back at him. Then, with one swift thrust, he pushed inside her.
"Fuck, Jiyeon," he breathed, his voice ragged. "You feel incredible."
Luna could only whimper in response, her body pulsing around him. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely. She shifted her hips, trying to take him even deeper.
"Shhh, baby... no need to rush. We have all night. Let me take care of you." Jeonghan cooed softly as he slowed her down, his hands steady on her waist, his voice purring as if soothing her into submission.
âHanâŠâ Lunaâs voice was a soft whimper as she buried her face in his neck, feeling exposed and vulnerable, surrendering herself completely to him.
Jeonghan groaned, his control snapping.
He began to move faster, his hips thrusting forward in a steady rhythm. Luna matched his pace, her body rocking against his, their skin slapping together in a filthy symphony. The sound of their fucking filled the room, punctuated by their labored breaths and moans.
"Fuck, HannieâŠ. feels so goodâŠ" Luna gasped, her head thrown back. âPlease⊠fastâ fuck,â
"You don't need to say anything, angel. I already know. Just let me hear those pretty little sounds you make for me." Jeonghan spoke softly against her ear, his voice thick with teasing affection as he kissed her neck, enjoying how she melted into his touch.
Jeonghanâs grip on her ass tightened. He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, making her cry out.
"Yes! Just like that, Han!" she panted, her fingers digging into his back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, urging him on.
âYeah? Just like this, baby?â Jeonghan was lost in the sensation of her, the way she gripped him, the way her body moved in sync with his. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his arms burning from the effort, but he didn't care.
He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
"You're driving me crazy, Hannie..." Luna breathed out with a whimper, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she squirmed on top of him, feeling like she was losing control.
Jeonghan had the audacity to chuckle as shifted his angle, making sure to hit her clit with each thrust.
Luna purred as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. She shifted slightly, grinding against him, matching his thrusts making him groan.
"Fuck, Jiyeon," he muttered, his grip on her tightening. "Stop that or I'll cum."
Luna just giggled, her lips tracing the line of his jaw. "You promise?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
âBrat,â Jeonghan growled, his cock slipping out of her, making her whimper at the loss. But before she could protest, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Luna gasped, her ass high in the air, her face pressed into the mattress.
"Is this what you want, pretty angel?" Jeonghan asked, his voice a low rumble behind her.
Luna could feel his breath on her ass, his fingers digging into her hips.
"Yes," she panted, her face still pressed into the mattress before she lifted her head up to turn back and look at him, her doe eyes glistening in pleasure.
"I just want to make you happy... donât you want that?" Lunaâs voice was quiet and trembling, filled with vulnerability as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, needing his approval.
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, his fingers caressing the soft flesh of her ass slow and steady. "Yeah? You want to make me happy, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice a lazy drawl. "Give me anything I want?â
âGive you anything you want. Be whatever you want.â Luna arched her back downwards like a cat stretching.
Jeonghan threw his head back, groaning, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of her glistening pussy. Luna shivered at the exposure, her body aching with anticipation.
He chuckled a dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. âAnything?â
âYou're always teasing me, but you know I'll do anything for you, HanâŠâ Luna released a soft, almost resigned whimper as she melted into his touch, accepting her place with a shy smile, letting herself be vulnerable for him.
"Fuck," Jeonghan muttered, his thumb tracing the seam of her pussy, gathering her wetness. "You're so fucking wet.â
âLook at you, dripping for me," He said, his voice laced with desire as he rubbed her wetness, making Luna gasp.
"Aww, baby... you're shaking. Don't worry, I've got you. I always have you. Iâll take care of you like I promised." Jeonghan cooed in a soft, condescending way as he held her leaned down on top of her, his arm wrapped around her neck, holding her close, his other hand soothingly stroking her back while his voice dipped into a protective, possessive tone.
Luna moaned, her face now pressed into the mattress, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as Jeonghan played with her clit. "Yes please⊠please take care of me,â she hissed, her body arching against his touch.
Jeonghan smirked, his thumb circling her clit faster, making her gasp. "Like this, Nana-ya?" he asked, his voice soft almost as if he was singing a song to her. "You want me to fuck you like this?â
"Yes," she panted, her body writhing against his touch. "I want you to fuck me like this, oppa.â Luna's voice was a sultry purr, her body still quivering from his touch.
Jeonghan's smirk widened, his thumb was replaced by two fingers now pumping in and out of her hole, making her gasp. "You're a dirty girl, Nana-ya," he said in a tone as if he was scolding her yet his voice also filled with approval. âI didnât know you had it in you.â
Luna could only whimper in response, her body aching with need. She could feel Jeonghan's hard cock pressed against her thigh, hot and heavy. She wanted it back inside her, she wanted to feel him stretching her, filling her completely.
"Please, Han," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jeonghan growled, his fingers slipping out of her, making her whimper at the loss as he in turn placed his fingers in his mouth. "You taste even sweeter than I thought. Just like I imagined... but better."
But before Luna could impatiently whine once more, Jeonghan grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Luna could feel the thick head pressing against her, making her squirm with anticipation.
"Baby," Jeonghan muttered, "You're so fucking tight.â His fingers dug into her hips as he slowly pushed himself deeper into her, inch by inch. Luna moaned, her body stretching to accommodate his size, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.
"Fuck, Han. You're so big," she gasped, her body trembling as he filled her completely in this position. Jeonghan chuckled, his hips starting to move, sliding his cock in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Too much for you, baby?" he taunted, his voice laced with desire. "You can take it for me, Jiyeonie. You can take all of me."
Luna moaned, her body adjusting to his size once again as she clenched around him. "Yes, I can," she hissed, pushing back against him, taking him even deeper. âFor you.â
Jeonghan groaned, his hips starting to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, Luna," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so fucking good.â
âHannie, just like that," Luna panted, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts, taking cock deeper into her. Jeonghan could feel her walls clenching around him, her pleasure building with each thrust.
âLike a goddamn vice, squeezing me," Jeonghan groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded on her.
âOppa⊠Hanâ fuck,â Luna moaned, her body trembling as he filled her, stretching her, hitting places she didn't know existed. âJeonghan.â
"Such a good girl for me... that's it. Let me hear you say my name." Jeonghan murmured softly as he watched her, his tone gentle but commanding, savoring the control he had over her at that moment.
"Hannie⊠fuck," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets, her back arching as he started to pick up the pace. âIt's too much." Luna gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as Jeonghan's cock slid in and out of her in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each thrust hit just the right spot, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back.
"Too much what, Nana-ya?" Jeonghan gritted out, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. "Too much of my cock? Too much pleasure?"
Luna moaned, her head dropping down, her hair hiding her face. "All of it. It's all too much. It's overwhelming," She panted, her body quivering as Jeonghan's cock slammed into her, again and again, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.
He growled, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth. "Overwhelming in a good way, right, angel?" he murmured, his voice a low, sultry drawl against her skin. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Hm? You're made for me, Bae Jiyeon.â
Luna could only moan and tremble. âOppaâŠâ
âDoes it feel good, pretty?" Jeonghan's question was laced with intent and purpose, and Luna gasped at the sound of it in the dim room. His cock was buried deep inside her, and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
It felt powerful, raw, and undeniably intimate.
"Yes...yes, Han," she breathed, her hands gripping the bedsheets as her hips butted against his in rhythm with his thrusts. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
Jeonghan paused for a second before placing kisses on her back and spinning her around to lay on her back, catching Luna off guard.
âYouâre so pretty,â Jeonghan purred as he placed his arms at each side of her head, laying in between his arms before he started thrusting harder in her.
Every time he thrust into her, she felt a wave of ecstasy surge through her body, building higher and higher with each stroke.
"Babyâ Luna, I want to feel you cum," Jeonghan groaned, his rhythm intensifying as he reached for her climax alongside her.
Luna could only whimper in response as waves of bliss crashed over her. Her fingers curled into fists as her body tensed, every muscle tightening, every nerve amplifying the pulsating sensation ripping through her.
"Oh God, Hannie," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate, "I'm there...oh myâ fuck, I'm close!" Her body shook and arched, her head thrown back as she came, her cries muffled by the flesh of Jeonghanâs neck as she hid her face.
"Don't look away... keep your eyes on me, Jiyeonie. I want to see every reaction." Jeonghan said in a soft yet commanding voice as his fingers traced the skin on the back of her neck, guiding Lunaâs face out of his neck, loving the vulnerability in her gaze as he held her captive with his words.
"Let me see those pretty eyes... There we go. Thereâs my girl." He purred softly as he tilted her chin up, guiding her to meet his gaze, his tone filled with a tender yet teasing affection that made her heart race as he continued pounding into her.
âIâm close, Han,â Luna moaned as she tightened her grasp on him.
âLet go, baby. Come on, you can do it,â Jeonghan's thrusts became harder and faster, his body slapping against Lunaâs. She could feel her breasts bouncing with every movement, and her nipples hardened as she arched her back, moaning in pleasure.
Jeonghan was reaching the edge as well, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing. Luna knew he was on the brink, and she wanted to feel him explode inside her.
Luna dug her nails into his back, urging him on. "Hannie oppa, cum in me please,â she begged, her hips bucking up to meet his. âIâm close.â
âIâll cum in you, pretty angel. Anything you want.â Jeonghan gave a final, powerful thrust and Luna felt him erupt inside of her, his seed filling him up as she released as well with a shudder. Her body trembled with the intensity of the orgasm.
Jeonghan groaned in satisfaction, his seed pulsing from his cock, spilling deep inside her as she milked him, her walls clamping down on him, working against his thrusting hips. He collapsed onto Luna, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Luna lay on her back, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in sporadic gasps.
Jeonghan kissed Lunaâs neck, his lips moist and soft against her skin. "Fuck, Bae Jiyeon, you make me feel crazy," he murmured, his breath hot on her ear.
Jeonghan's weight on top of her felt heavy and comforting, and she curled her fingers into the fabric beneath her. She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with lust and pleasure. "YouâŠ" she gasped trailing off, her voice still ragged with biss.
"You are magnificent, Jiyeon-ah," Jeonghan replied, his voice soft but with an underlying intensity that made her shiver.
He shifted off her, lying on his side next to her. He brushed a loose curl away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "See? I told you... youâre made for me.â He whispered with a possessive edge as he looked into her eyes, his fingers gently tracing her jawline, the weight of his claim lingering in the air.
Luna let out a soft laugh, her hand traveling down his chest and settling on his hip as she hid her face in his chest, a blushing mess.
âStop hiding from me, Nana-ya,â Jeonghan placed a kiss on top of her head as his warm fingers drew circles on her hip. âWhy are you shy all of a sudden? Hm?â
âStop,â Luna playful whined, her pout evident in her tone, though the affection lacing her words betrayed how much she loved the attention he gave her.
"You like it when I talk to you like this, don't you? It's okay, you don't have to hide it. I can tell." Jeonghan was practically purring at her, his voice dripping with teasing condescension, savoring the way she responded to his baby talk and teasing words.
âYouâre so fucking annoying, Yoon Jeonghan,â Luna huffed as she removed her face off his chest to playfully glare at him only to be met by Jeonghanâs smug face already looking down at her.
A slow, lazy smile spread across Jeonghanâs lips, and he let out a low hum, clearly amused by her response. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, âHow do you feel, pretty girl?â
Luna could feel her pulse quicken at the nearness of him, but she wasnât about to let him win this easily. âIâm fine. I feel fine,â she said coolly, shrugging her shoulders like this was just another casual conversation.
Jeonghan chuckled, a low sound that reverberated through his chest. âYouâre fine?â he repeated, his tone teasing, almost mocking. âI just rocked your fucking world and made you mine, and all youâve got is âIâm fineâ?â
Luna turned to face him fully, her eyes narrowing just slightly as she smirked. âWhat else do you want me to say? Write a love letter?â she quipped back, not missing a beat.
Jeonghan laughed softly, his fingers trailing down her arm in a way that sent shivers down her spine. âYou donât have to say anything, Jiyeonie,â he said, his voice dropping an octave, his teasing tone gone, replaced by something far more direct. âYou already did.â
Luna raised an eyebrow at that, a silent challenge in her eyes. âOh? And what exactly did I say?â
Jeonghanâs smirk widened, and without breaking eye contact, he leaned in closeâ too close, his breath warm against her lips. âYouâre still here, arenât you?â
The words hung in the air between them, simple but heavy. Luna didnât have a quick comeback this time. Her heart skipped a beat, not because of the weight of the situation, but because he said it so nonchalantly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Jeonghan pulled back just slightly, watching her reaction with that same unreadable expression. âSo⊠you tell me. What does that mean?â
Luna stared at him, feeling the weight of his words sink in. She could feel her defenses crumbling, but she wasnât ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. âMaybe I just didnât want to leave before breakfast tomorrow morning,â she shot back, keeping her voice light, and playful.
Jeonghan laughed again, shaking his head as he rested his forehead against hers. âMaybe. Or maybe⊠youâre not quite done with me yet.â
Luna rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. âYouâve got an answer for everything, donât you?â
Jeonghan grinned, pulling her closer. âI have an answer for you, yeah.â He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back with that same infuriating smile. âGet used to it.â
The words were casual, almost tossed out as an afterthought. But they carried weightâ an unspoken promise. And as Luna lay there, wrapped in his arms, she couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, she didnât mind getting used to it after all.
In the quiet aftermath, as the weight of everything settled between them, it was clear that this wasnât just another fleeting moment or a secret whispered in the dark.
And just like that, Luna who started as his English Love Affair had quickly turned into something far less foreignâ and far more impossible to forget.
There was no turning backâ this was no longer a story of if only, but of everything that came after.
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Things I have learnt from Seventeen...(a thread)
Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups): Luck does not exist. At all. Wherever you are, you've gotten there only and only because of your hard work.
Yoon Jeonghan: You should always try to look at life in a different way. Just because an opinion is obvious doesn't mean it's the best.
Hong Jisoo (Joshua): Just because you've been hurt doesn't give you the right to hurt others. Making someone smile is, sometimes, the best healing.
Wen Junhui (Jun): You should never get rid of the childlike side to you. Never let anyone make you feel bad for having fun.
Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi): Never let anyone break your confidence. Because in the end, you're the only one who truly knows who you are.
Jeon Wonwoo: Just because you're quiet doesn't mean you have nothing to say. Sometimes, the quiet ones are the most powerful.
Lee Jihoon (Woozi): Always follow your passion in life. Because passion isn't something given by birth, rather it's found.
Lee Seokmin (Dk): Try to be the nicest person for someone else. Someday, you'll find someone who'll put in the effort for you, too.
Kim Mingyu: Live life while looking only at the positives. Because even though the negatives are there, what matters is what you choose to see.
Xu Minghao (The8): The perfect life isn't about just seeing things. It's about feeling things.
Boo Seungkwan: If you put in the effort every single day and stick to your goals, you will look back one day and realise that you've lived a perfect life.
Hansol Vernon Chwe: Never lose your thirst for knowledge. Learning, in the end, is what keeps you alive.
Lee Chan (Dino): Never do anything halfway. Ever. Give your 100% in absolutely everything that comes your way because giving it your all will always be better than perfection.
And because of Seventeen, I've discovered my life motto, "I strive for the best, always."
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SPELL SEVENTEEN
#idil.gif#i.svt#hoshi#jun#dino#the 8#seventeen#dailybg#kpopedit#svtsource#kpopccc#heymax#maddieblr#rintrack#userzaynab#userbexrex#userfairy#usertheos#melontrack#svtgifs
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SPELL â CARDS PERFORMANCE UNIT SEVENTEEN
#svtcreations#svtgifs#svtsource#17net#seventeen#svt#forsvt#kpopedit#studiocarat#jun#hoshi#the8#dino#y.psd#flashing tw#j#hs#dn#mh
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Seventeen's Red Flags đ©đ©đ©
This is just for fun!! All light-hearted and harmless (I think)
S.Coups - WAYY too jealous, bro would glare daggers at you if you helped to open a milkbox for someone else like bro calm down its not like I blew them a kiss
Jeonghan - he's gaslight gatekeep girlboss and therefore that makes anyone he's in a relationship with mansplain manipulate malewife regardless of gender
Joshua - a J name from LA
Jun - communicates exclusively through cat memes, yes, even during arguments; yes, even during verbal ones.
Hoshi - fully convinced he's a tiger and is lowkey a furry
Wonwoo - plays genshin impact
Woozi - loves work more than you
The8 - calls you delulu when you caption ur posts with "loml âĄ" even though you've been officially dating for a significant amount of time
Mingyu - probably clumsy enough to drop the urn of a family member
DK - no red flags from dokyeommie my beloved
DK (Updated 240424) - a musical theater tenor
Seungkwan - sassier than you
Vernon - your friends are convinced you just edit him into photos because bro does NOT move
Dino - got called out for excessive frat boy levels of drinking before so that is pretty much canon
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