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[teaxtease]

₊˚.༄ ATEEZ boyfriend texts ft. JONGHO

note: can you tell he’s my bias? my goat? my man? my everything?

warnings: MDNI, suggestive, ‘baby’ as a petname, jokingly mean to san and yunho, cursing.

requests are open! feel free to ask for tags.

other versions: seonghwa | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung

🏷️: @seodwae @teaxkaisen @xoxiaojun @ateezwink @aaa-sia

[hnjowlf]

NEVER LET GO

PAIRING: ateez members ( hyung line ) x reader

CONTAINS: light teasing and suggestive content

SUMMARY: ateez members getting caught making out with you

AUTHOR’S NOTES: happy 100 followers ! this is a small gift from me to you , btw this only includes the hyung line ! as for the maknae line i'll try to post it as soon as possible ! once again , thank you for 100 followers <33

MASTERLIST

✶⋆.˚ HONGJOONG

You were on the couch, scrolling through your phone quietly, when you noticed he looked stressed. You quietly make your way to him, silently asking to sit on his lap until he finally gives in and lets you. “You’ve been staring at the same line for ten minutes,” you point out.

The room was dim with the soft glow of his monitor. “I’m just thinking,” he let out a tired sigh. 

“You look like you’re suffering.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes before finally looking over at you, giving you the 'you’re so annoying' look.

“What?” You scrunched your eyebrow.

A quiet scoff escaped him before he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, until both of your foreheads nearly touched.

“What are you doing?” you laughed awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he looked you in the eye, then his eyes were now focused on your lips.

You were still smiling when Hongjoong leaned closer and kissed, with one hand resting against the back of your head while the other stayed on your waist.

The kiss started slowly, and you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck. You moved your lips gently to his jawline, peppering him with kisses, then down to his neck. 

“You’re clingier lately,” you mumbled softly against his neck, absentmindedly leaving faint lipstick marks along his skin. 

“Shut up,” he groaned while looking up, allowing you more access to his neck.

Suddenly, the studio door swung open, and the two of you pulled apart instantly. 

It was Seonghwa. He stood frozen near the entrance, munching on a snack in his mouth while you stared at him blankly.

The silence was loud.

“...Sorry, I’ll come back later,” Seonghwa muttered before closing the door quickly.

You immediately buried your face in your hands, leaning against his shoulder in embarrassment.

Hongjoong looked down, noticing your sudden gesture. “You look cute while being embarrassed.”

“I’m not.”

“Your ears are red, my love.”

“They’re always red.”

“That’s not true.”

You grumbled as Hongjoong quietly laughed at you, pulling you closer. Hongjoong continued to work as he lay his chin on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his neck. 

✶⋆.˚ SEONGHWA

It was late at night when the two of you were alone in the dorm kitchen, making ramen together while other members were either asleep or busy in their rooms. 

Honestly, you’re there just for emotional support while Seonghwa is cooking. 

“So you’re not gonna help me?” he complained while trying not to smile.

“I am helping you,” you crossed your arms.

“You’re absolutely not helping,” he continues, while stirring the noodles in the pot.

“I’m helping you as an emotional support!” You smiled proudly at him before leaning against the counter beside him.

Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief. A few quiet moments passed before you noticed him staring at you, “You’re so beautiful.”

You tilt your head to the side, confused by the sudden confession. “Um, thank you?”

“Aww, are you getting shy now?” he teased.

You gasped, “ya! I’m not!” You smacked his arm lightly. 

“Oh, you completely are.”

Before you could argue more, Seonghwa cut you off by leaning down and kissing you passionately, both hands cupping your cheeks.

The kiss was sweet and slow. His hand slowly went down to your waist, gently tugging you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand travels around his hair, playing with a few strands. 

Seonghwa smiled against your lips, “You fold too easily around me, huh?” 

He lifted you, letting your legs wrap around his waist, then suddenly.

“Ahem.”

The two of you looked away immediately. You jumped down, slightly embarrassed, while Seonghwa hid part of his face behind one hand.

Mingi stood near the kitchen counter while holding an empty bottle, looking equally shocked and amused. “Go get a room, you two!” he laughed.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened instantly. “Sorry!”

Mingi blinked, “Hyung, why are you apologizing?”

Seonghwa shrugged, you tried not to laugh, “Why are you still awake anyway?” you asked Mingi.

“I was just getting water,” Mingi muttered. “Clearly, I came at the wrong time.”

“Yeah, you definitely did,” you mumbled.

Mingi stood awkwardly before rushing to his room, “Okay, see you two later!”

Seonghwa looked like he had just been caught stealing candy from a kid. You turned toward him, smiling, “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just I panicked,” he groaned.

“You’re adorable when you panic, though,” you pecked his cheek.

“That’s not helping.” 

✶⋆.˚ YUNHO

Practice just ended hours ago, but the two of you decided to hang around a bit longer in the empty rehearsal room while Yunho stretched lazily on the floor beside you.

You were sitting cross-legged, scrolling through your phone, when he abruptly rested his head on your lap.

“Yunho ya~ you’re so heavy,” you complained.

“Oh, you know you love me.”

“You’re literally crushing my legs right now.”

“So you weren’t denying that you love me?” he smirked at you.

You huffed at his comment while Yunho grinned up proudly, completely unbothered. He kept teasing you every five minutes until you finally gave up.

“You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

“Annoying you is what I’m good at,” he said with a grin, leaning back slightly with his hands resting behind him against the floor.

“Is there anything else you’re good at?” Now it was your turn to tease him, moving slightly closer to him.

Yunho chuckled while leaning in and kissing you gently. It was sweet and playful at first. He kept smiling against your lips every few seconds whenever you got shy. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was steady. His hands slowly roam around your body until he slides his hand underneath your shirt.

“Yunho,” you laughed between the kisses. “Someone’s gonna see us.”

“Let them be then,” he mumbled.

As if the universe took your words for granted, the practice room door immediately opened.

“Hyung! Did you see my–” Jongho entered the room, then he noticed you and Yunho on the floor.

The two of you pulled apart quickly, as Jongho stood silently while also looking traumatized.

“Umm, I just came to grab my charger,” Jongho walked swiftly to snatch his charger from the table.

“And instead you witnessed this,” Yunho sighed.

“I’m going to pretend this never happened.” Jongho dramatically responded before leaving the rehearsal room.

You and Yunho looked at each other and laughed for a few minutes, still not believing what had just happened. “I’m never emotionally recovering from this,” you said.

Yet a few minutes later, he looked over at you, grinning again. “Can I still kiss you, or is the moment ruined?”

You stared at him in disbelief before flicking his head lightly.

✶⋆.˚ YEOSANG

Both of you were sitting on the floor beside his bed, surrounded by snacks and random trinkets he likes to collect. He kept showing you the trinkets while soft music played quietly from his speaker. 

“And this,” Yeosand said with a serious tone while holding up a tiny figurine he owns. “Is emotionally important to me.”’

You stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter, “Why do you sound like you’re introducing me to your child?”

“Because he is my child and you need to respect him.”

“Well, I think it’s stupid,” you shook your head in disbelief.

“It’s not stupid! It’s called manners,” he smiled.

That made you laugh harder. It’s kind of funny how a man like him has a soft spot for tiny figurines. To him, your laughter sounded like a melody he could listen to forever. He loved making you laugh, he even thought it was quite romantic.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he complimented you out of nowhere.

You nod, “Yeah, you, you’ve said it a million times.”

“I know, how can a guy like me get so into you?” Yeosang hummed before leaning closer.

His lips crashed into yours. It was soft, lazy, almost, while his hand rested loosely around your waist, pulling you even closer against him, feeling the warmth against his body. Yeosang breaks apart the kiss for a second, a smile stretching on his face, “I like the taste of your lips on mine.”

You giggled, kissing him again, fingers gently tracing the side of his face down to his neck.

Somehow, neither of you cared about the world around you, not until San burst the door open.

Both of you quickly scattered, pretending as if you weren’t eating each other’s faces.

San stood frozen at the doorway, “Oh, am I interrupting? Maybe I should come back another time,” he muttered while fidgeting with his hands, looking shy.

“You saw nothing,” Yeosang stated. 

San stared at him blankly, “Yeah, yeah–I actually regret entering this room,” he covered his face while shutting the door.

“Poor San, he’s probably traumatized right now,” you giggled. “How are you so calm anyway?” You looked back at Yeosang, laughing quietly.

Yeosang only shrugged before pulling you back closer against him, kissing your forehead softly, “Panicking wouldn’t change anything, darling.”

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[tomorrowillbeyou]

cds 💿 are so cool its literally a cirlcle 🔵 that has music 🎶 in its heart......

[jxerv]

HELLO? GOLDEN HOUR PART 4 TEASER IS HEREEE!

I’m actually going crazy rn bc WDYM “deep in my heart, deep in my soul” ???? Are we going back to Treasure era???

Waiting for February 6th😭

[silenttrxxs]

Only if you was a poorly built piece of furniture - Choi Jongho x Reader

People underestimated Choi Jongho.

Mostly because he looked like he could bench-press a car but acted like he’d apologize to the car afterward.

He was the kind of guy who bowed to automatic doors, said “excuse me” to chairs, and carried extra snacks because “what if someone else wants one?” Strong, yes. Intimidating? Only if you were a poorly built piece of furniture.

You learned this on a Tuesday.

Specifically, the Tuesday where Jongho showed up at practice with a tote bag so full it looked medically concerning.

“What’s in there?” you asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Snacks,” he said, completely serious. “For emergencies.”

“What kind of emergencies?”

“…Hunger.”

He set the bag down, crouched, and immediately apologized to the floor when the tote slipped out of his hand.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“To the floor?” you asked.

“It startled me.”

You laughed, and he smiled small and shy, like he was happy you found him funny instead of strange.

That smile was how you ended up sitting next to him later, shoulder to shoulder, sharing a packet of gummy bears he insisted you have because “they’re better when shared.” He sat very straight, like posture alone could prevent accidental closeness.

You leaned back to stretch.

He froze.

“Oh, did I- I can move—” he said quickly, already shifting like he’d volunteer to sit on the ceiling if it made you more comfortable.

“You’re fine,” you said, still laughing. “Relax.”

He nodded seriously. “Okay. Relaxing now.”

He did not relax.

A few minutes later, someone bumped into you. Jongho reacted like a human airbag, stepping in front of you instantly, no aggression, just concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, completely ignoring the offender.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Thank you, big guy.”

His ears went red.

“Oh. Um. You’re welcome.”

Later, when you stood up too quickly, Jongho reached out without thinking to steady you.

Instead, he lifted you.

Both of you stared at each other.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said in a rush. “I swear I wasn’t trying to, I just, physics...”

You laughed, hands resting on his shoulders. “Jongho. You’re holding me.”

“I know,” he said weakly. “I’m aware. I’m panicking quietly.”

He set you down like you were made of porcelain and immediately covered his face.

“I promise I’m normal,” he said through his hands.

You gently pulled them away. “You’re really not.”

He blinked. “…Is that bad?”

“No,” you said, smiling. “It’s kind of my favorite thing about you.”

He hesitated, then leaned in, slow and careful, like he was afraid of crossing an invisible line. The kiss he pressed to your lips was soft and warm and very Jongho: tentative, sincere, a little unsure.

When he pulled back, he smiled like he’d just accomplished something monumental.

“…I didn’t apologize for that,” he said.

“You don’t need to.”

“Oh,” he said, clearly delighted. “Good.”

He reached for your hand, squeezing it gently, like even that deserved care.

“Just so you know,” he added earnestly, “I would apologize to a car if I bench-pressed it.”

You laughed, leaning into him.

Somehow, you never underestimated Choi Jongho again.

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You learned very quickly that liking Choi Jongho came with… side effects.

Those side effects were named Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung.

It started small.

You were sitting next to Jongho in the practice room again, close, but not too close. Jongho was very aware of the exact distance between your shoulders. He kept sneaking glances at you like you might disappear if he didn’t check.

Hongjoong noticed immediately.

“Oh?” Hongjoong said, leaning back in his chair. “Jongho. You’re smiling.”

Jongho froze. “I am?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa added, squinting at him. “And you only smile like that when you’re holding a kitten or lifting heavy objects.”

“I am not smiling,” Jongho said calmly, which would have been more convincing if his dimples weren’t fully out.

Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “WAIT. Are you two sitting… closer than yesterday?”

“We’re sitting normally,” Jongho replied.

San leaned forward, eyes glittering. “What did you do?”

Silence.

Jongho’s ears turned red.

“I— that was an accident,” he said carefully.

Mingi slapped the floor.

“I didn’t mean to!” Jongho protested. “I was trying to help!”

Yunho grinned. “Help them? How?”

Yeosang tilted his head. “Did you apologize after?”

Jongho nodded immediately. “Of course.”

Seonghwa put a hand to his chest. “That’s my baby.”

You were laughing too hard to intervene.

It got worse.

Later that day, Jongho handed you a drink without making eye contact.

“I remembered you like this one,” he said quietly.

Wooyoung appeared out of nowhere. “REMEMBERED?”

“I remember things,” Jongho said defensively.

Hongjoong crossed his arms. “Jongho. Did you kiss them?”

Jongho choked on air.

“WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT,” he wheezed.

San smiled sweetly. “Because you look like you just did a crime.”

You, unfortunately, chose that moment to smile at him.

Seven heads snapped toward you.

“Ohhhhhh,” Yunho said.

Mingi gasped. “YOU DID.”

Jongho covered his face. “Please don’t make this weird.”

Wooyoung immediately made it worse. “So when’s the wedding?”

“There is no wedding,” Jongho said firmly. “There was one kiss.”

“ONE KISS,” Wooyoung echoed. “SO FAR.”

Seonghwa crouched in front of Jongho, gentle but deadly. “Did you ask for consent?”

“Yes,” Jongho said instantly.

“Did you panic?”

“Yes.”

“Did you apologize after?”

“…Yes.”

Seonghwa smiled proudly. “Perfect.”

San leaned over to you. “He practiced that in his head for weeks, you know.”

Jongho’s head snapped up. “SAN.”

You laughed, reaching for Jongho’s hand. He squeezed back immediately, grounding himself like this was the bravest thing he’d ever done.

Wooyoung squinted at your joined hands. “Oh my god. He’s holding hands.”

Hongjoong sighed. “That’s it. Our maknae is in love.”

Jongho, very calmly, said, “Please stop talking.”

Then, softer, to you, “Are you okay?”

You smiled. “I am. Are you?”

He nodded, smiling shyly. “Yeah. I think so.”

Mingi wiped an imaginary tear. “He’s growing up.”

Jongho groaned. “I hate all of you.”

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

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You knew about the group chat of course you did, but nothing prepared you for the chaos.

📱 ATEEZ (8) — Group Chat

Hongjoong: So.

Yunho: Oh this is starting scary.

Wooyoung: WHY did Jongho leave the room blushing.

Mingi: WHY did he say “excuse me” to the DOOR on the way out.

Yeosang: That’s normal behavior for him.

San: Not when he smiled at his phone immediately after.

Seonghwa: Jongho. Did you eat today?

Jongho: Yes.

Wooyoung: LIES.

Hongjoong: Important question: did you hold hands.

(Jongho is typing…) (Jongho stopped typing.) (Jongho is typing…)

Mingi: HE’S TYPING A PARAGRAPH.

Jongho: We briefly interlocked fingers.

Wooyoung: INTERLOCKED???

Yunho: That’s advanced.

San: That’s basically a proposal.

Yeosang: What was the duration.

Jongho: Why do you need to know that.

Yeosang: For science.

Seonghwa: Jongho, did you ask first?

Jongho: Yes.

Seonghwa: Did you panic?

Jongho: Yes.

Seonghwa: Perfect.

Wooyoung: I can’t believe our maknae is ROMANTIC.

Mingi: I give it 3 days before he writes a letter.

Jongho: I am NOT writing a letter.

San: You already drafted it, didn’t you.

(Jongho left the chat.)

Wooyoung: WE BULLIED HIM OUT.

Hongjoong: Achievement unlocked.

Seonghwa: He’ll be back. He just needs water.

Yeosang: And reassurance.

(Jongho rejoined the chat.)

Jongho: Please don’t tease them.

Wooyoung: OH HE’S PROTECTIVE.

Mingi: BABY BEAR ACTIVATED.

Yunho: Blink twice if you’re in love.

Jongho: I am muting this chat.

(You reacted ❤️ to Jongho’s last message.)

San: WHO ADDED THEM.

Wooyoung: WHY ARE THEY HERE.

Hongjoong: …Oops.

You: Hi 😌

Mingi: HELLO. WE LOVE YOU.

Wooyoung: PLEASE TAKE CARE OF HIM. HE APOLOGIZES TO MICROWAVES.

Seonghwa: If he breaks furniture, it’s because he cares.

Jongho: PLEASE STOP.

You: For the record, he’s very sweet.

(Jongho sent a 🐻 emoji.)

San: HE SENT AN EMOJI.

Hongjoong: That’s it. I’m taking screenshots.

Wooyoung: Congratulations, you’re officially part of the chaos now.

You: I figured 😅

Jongho: I’m sorry about them.

You: Don’t be. I like them.

Jongho: …Oh. That’s good.

(Jongho changed the chat name to “Please Be Normal”.)

Wooyoung: DENIED.

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Dating Choi Jongho was… subtle.

At least, Jongho thought it was.

It started with him walking you home “just to make sure,” which somehow turned into him carrying your bag because “it looks heavy,” and then offering his jacket even though it wasn’t cold, and then asking, very seriously, if you’d eaten.

“You don’t have to check on me every five minutes,” you teased.

“I know,” he said, nodding. “This is just… my personality now.”

He held your hand like it was a responsibility. Careful grip, thumb rubbing small circles unconsciously, eyes darting around to make sure you were okay. Every time your fingers squeezed back, his shoulders relaxed a little more.

The first time he called you his partner out loud was an accident.

Seonghwa had asked, casually, “Where’s Jongho going?”

Jongho answered without thinking. “I’m meeting my partner.”

The room went silent.

Jongho froze mid-step.

“…My what?” Wooyoung said slowly.

Jongho’s ears turned red. “I- I mean- that’s- I didn’t-”

You smiled at him. “Partner sounds nice.”

He blinked. Looked at you. Then nodded, decisive.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “Partner.”

Later, when you were sitting together, Jongho leaned his head against yours without realizing it. He only noticed when you laughed softly.

“Sorry,” he said immediately, pulling back. “I didn’t ask-”

You kissed his cheek.

He short-circuited.

“Oh,” he whispered. “That’s… okay then.”

Jongho was soft in all the quiet ways. Remembering how you liked your drinks. Walking on the outside of the sidewalk. Texting you when he got home safely, then apologizing for texting “too much.”

One night, he fell asleep on the couch with you tucked against his chest, arms wrapped around you like instinct had taken over completely. When he woke up and realized, he panicked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you, are you uncomfortable?”

You looked up at him. “Jongho. I slept great.”

He relaxed instantly, forehead resting against yours.

“…Me too.”

The group chat, of course, noticed everything.

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📱 ATEEZ (8)

Wooyoung: Why is Jongho’s phone background a photo of HANDS.

San: Those are THEIR hands.

Mingi: ZOOM IN. THAT’S INTERLOCKED FINGERS.

Yeosang: Classic bonding behavior.

Jongho: Please don’t look at my phone.

Seonghwa: Did you ask before making it your wallpaper?

Jongho: Yes.

Seonghwa: Good.

Hongjoong: Jongho, you smiled at your phone during choreography.

Jongho: I did not.

You: He did 😌

Wooyoung: THEY’RE HERE AGAIN.

Jongho: I invited them.

Mingi: BRO SAID INVITED.

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Later that night, Jongho texted you privately.

Jongho: Did I embarrass you today?

You: No. You were cute.

Jongho: …Okay. I’m glad.

You: I like being yours.

There was a long pause.

Then...

Jongho: I like being yours too. I’m just bad at saying it without panicking.

You smiled at your phone.

Somewhere down the hall, Wooyoung screamed, “WHY IS JONGHO SMILING AT HIS PHONE AGAIN.”

Jongho didn’t care.

He just texted you back:

Jongho: Did you get home safe? Text me when you’re in bed. Sorry. That sounded intense.

You sent a 🐻 emoji.

He sent three hearts by accident.

Then immediately apologized.

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[silenttrxxs]

Home for Christmas - Choi Jongho x Reader

Christmas with Jongho was never loud.

It was warmth without noise, laughter without chaos, the kind of calm that settled into your bones and stayed there. The kind that made you breathe a little easier without realizing you’d been holding your breath at all.

You were in the kitchen together when it started—Jongho in an apron that read World’s Okayest Baker, carefully measuring flour like his life depended on it.

“You don’t need to be that precise,” you teased.

He glanced at you, serious. “This is baking. Precision matters.”

“You say that like you’re not about to eyeball the vanilla.”

He paused. “…Okay, but vanilla is different.”

You laughed, and his lips twitched into a smile he tried very hard not to show.

The oven hummed softly. Snow fell steadily outside the window. Everything felt slow in the best way.

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Later, after dinner and too many sweets, you ended up in the living room, lights dimmed, Christmas tree glowing softly. Jongho sat beside you on the couch, close but careful, like he always was.

He handed you a mug without looking. “It’s hot. Be careful.”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling.

He nodded, ears pink.

A movie played quietly in the background, mostly ignored. At some point, you shifted, tucking your feet under you. Jongho noticed immediately.

“Cold?” he asked.

Before you could answer, he stood, returning with a blanket and draping it around you, then, after a second’s hesitation, sitting back down close enough that your shoulders touched.

Neither of you moved away.

“You’re very… prepared,” you said lightly.

He shrugged. “I like making sure people are okay.”

Your chest warmed at that.

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When the night grew quieter, Jongho spoke again, voice gentle, thoughtful.

“Can I ask you something?”

You turned toward him. “Of course.”

“What are we?”

There was no anxiety in his voice. No pressure. Just sincerity.

“I don’t need a big answer,” he added quickly. “I just… want to understand.”

You smiled softly. “I think we’re something real. Something steady.”

His shoulders relaxed visibly.

“I like that,” he said. “Steady.”

He hesitated, then added, “I care about you. A lot.”

You reached for his hand. He took it immediately, warm, solid, reassuring.

“I care about you too.”

He smiled then, not big or flashy, but genuine and full. The kind of smile that felt like coming home.

Jongho leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

The kiss was soft and warm, like it had always been waiting. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

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Morning came gently.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, snow still falling quietly outside. You woke on the couch, blanket tucked securely around you, Jongho beside you—awake, watching you with a fondness he didn’t bother hiding.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I slept… really well.”

He smiled. “Good.”

Breakfast was simple, toast, fruit, tea, but it felt special anyway. Jongho moved around the kitchen with easy familiarity, humming softly, glancing over at you like he was making sure you were still there.

When you sat together at the table, he reached for your hand without hesitation.

“You can stay today,” he said gently. “If you want.”

You squeezed his hand. “I want to.”

Outside, Christmas carried on quietly.

Inside, with Jongho’s steady presence and gentle care wrapping around you like a promise, you realized something important:

Love didn’t have to be loud to be certain.

Sometimes, it was just warm—and enough.

⋆꙳•❅°⋆❆.ೃ࿔:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅°⋆❆.ೃ࿔:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅°⋆❆.ೃ࿔:･*❆ ₊⋆

taglist - @ssangx8

please leave me an ask to join

[jxerv]

Jongho’s mv is the next guys, im not okay

[sanipurin]

Get yourself a man that can do both i guess

[chocolate-salt]

Chingu⭐️MATZ 2025 Vers.

[bobamingki]

wy: IM TOO HOT

wy: :D

wy: :D

wy: :D

jh: [sighs]

jh: [monotone w deadpan expression] hot damn

wy: CALL THE POLICE AND THE FIRE MAN

[katsheww]

[iambeees]

There are 2 worms in my brain right now and they look like garraty and mcvries and they have burrowed deep into my conscious and are refusing to leave

[tv-opinion]

cooper and david’s chemistry was off the charts and i still think the queer undertones are there but every time garraty and mcvries referred to each other as brothers my eye twitched

[leosdooley]

YOU WANNA WALK WITH ME A WHILE?

the long walk (2025) // hadestown, anaïs mitchell // orpheus and eurydice, edward john poynter // a word to orphuists, kazimierz wierzyński

[fiqhtclub]

[geesekey-deactivated20260105]

“I can’t see it, you can. That’s why I love you. I love you Pete.”

[ladypaperwriterson]

(now that I got your attention - go read the book to get the ultimate Stebbins experience, people. Thank me later)