currently reading: my lecture book y'all we're in the trenches genuinely haven't picked up fiction in a long time
last movie: rewatched spirited away!! a new movie tho would be turtles can fly (2004) and that... it was on my list for years but i finally got around to it a couple months ago (i know it's not recent but it's the most recent film i have watched lol uni and work has been ahh) and it stayed with me for a long, long while especially because of how wars have not stopped since and children continue to suffer under the tyranny of evil monsters calling themselves righteous
last series: rewatched some eps of bbc sherlock (my ride or die truly) but a new series i have started is idol i!! and!! it's saur!! good?? was not expecting to enjoy it as much as i have and am currently on ep 9 i think
last song: kill me by hayley williams
sweet or salty: yes
coffe or tea: absolutely
currently working: correct. hshshahah i kid i kid. actually been planning on a fic i had the idea come to me after watching better days (2019) the chinese film ((fic synopsis: a series of encounters between a drifter — young college student struggling to hold onto life with debts to pay off and secrets to hide — and a convenience store night shift worker who happens to be a secret superstar.)) but it's been sitting in the docs for two years now lol classic koishua behaviour are we surprised. the fic is mostly inspired by better days because of the characters' relationship, not much else because the themes are so heavy and real. so yeah. but also another fic exploring some mental health themes with yeonjun that's more likely to come out soon
tagging: @mosviqu @starriniqhts @kaikaikoi @armysantiny @freakydazai @ningtual @bywons (chat i lowkey wanna tag all mooties but it's been so long idek if y'all are activeeee if you see this consider yourself tagged mootie ps. are we still friends 🥹🥹 lowkey highkey need to get back on the friendship grind enough with the self isolation dhdhshhs mooties ily im coming for you)
tyty vie ml for the tag!! taking your consumed media as recommendations hehe
currently reading: ummm the only thing im reading rn is les lettres persanes by montesquieu 🤣 me when i only read for academia (fantasy come back i miss you...)
last movie: OOOOO idr..... maybe veer-zaara (2004) ? i loved srk and preity zinta in that omg
last series: oooo... um... currently simultaneously watching the second season of percy jackson and the olympians (2026) and the first season of derry girls (2018)!
last song: but sometimes live ver. (bnd) bc the live album HITSSSSS
sweet or salty: sweet !!
coffee or tea: OUGHHH i have been drinking more coffee lately but i think tea will always be more of a comfort to me <3
currently working: on my 100 follower event reqs!! but also my story for k-record's valentine's day event hehe 🤭🤭
currently reading: i'm not currently reading anything TT
last movie: i just rewatched black panther (2018) yesterday! it was prettiiii good. i only decided to watch it cus i kept seeing killmonger edits ++ i love seeing a majority black cast during black history month.
last series: umm.. i'm watching d gray man ( 2006 ) right now ^ _ ^ also, baki hanma s2 ( 2023 ) has been a thing i've been watching slowly but surely. sometimes when i want background noise, i watch house md ( 2004 ).
last song: rocket by doechii
sweet or salty: SWEET ALL THE WAYYYYYYYYYYYY
coffee or tea: tea. i will always be a tea liker. whenever i'm drinking a hot drink, it will always be earl gray tea, unless it's hot chocolate.
currently working: surprisingly, i'm not working on anything at the moment. 💔
moots: @fleurcub @imbles @ihanzzn @hahaechans @numberoneprincessenthusiast @yunextdoor ++ anyone who wants to join !!!
last movie: x-men apocalypse UGHH I LOVE XMEN SO MUCH U DONT UNDERSTANDDD + my friends coming over 2day and we’re gonna watch lady and the tramp!!
last series: i started watching dr house and lowk loving it so far im a sucker for shows like that + the big bang theory sometimes if i need smth in the background
last song: i want to hold your hand by the beatles , i love the beatles so so so so much like they’re rooted into my soul
sweet or salty: SWEEETTT!!! i love a sweet treat i’m literally going out to get one today hells yes
coffee or tea: i’m forever a coffee girl i love it, tea is super rare for me unless it’s iced
currently working: on my valentines event!!! first fic out feb 10th (heh shameless plug) but after that, i’ll be working on reqs :3
moots <3: @verseofliz @snoopymyung @moesthinking @hkvi @haeonniie @blondmade @seventeensbabye + anyone who wants to join !!
last movie: notting hill (it got added to hulu recently)
last series: rewatching ahs; finished greys anatomy season 3 yesterday, and also finished can this love be translated? on the same day woonhak did 🙀 (and planning on watching the beauty)
last song: you ll by lloyd (best track on king of hearts)
sweet or salty: spicy > salty > sour >>> sweet 👎🏼👎🏼 (i used to drink only bone broth as a baby)
coffee or tea: if i have to..tea, ig. i don’t drink anything but water.
currently working on: not a writer, unemployed..YASS (does an internship count? ) so i’m just living life rn and planning a trip to greece.
tagging moots i don’t interact with “much” (maybe we will after this… maybe 😹) : @sunoovamp @moesthinking @tsumiinum @zzynz0 @blondmade @coosmus @katthalyna @orim6ouled @hanid0ras
(tagging people is so embarrassing cause what if they don’t gaf??? i mean, idgaf when my friends tag me in giveaways 😭 but still..)
last movie: rewatched moonlight (2016) for class, amazing movie btw i’d recommend everyone watch it
last series: either adventure time or star vs the forces of evil, i can’t remember
last song: thong song - sisqo, i am listening to a dj set tho but i don’t know the name of the last track played (the set is called “chronically online hot girl music” by chael en!!)
sweet or salty: both, depends on my mood
coffee or tea: both, depends on my mood
currently working on: schoolwork and wayyy too many wips
tagging: @peonyjoo @p1eceandharmon1 @withcheollie @tintedsvn @jadedayss0 @ikyunho (not by force btw, i was lowkey tagging at random) + anyone else
— IN WHICH… Jake can’t help the fact that he’s so needy while on tour.
warnings: sub!jake degradation masturbation (m!rec) (one sided) phone sex minimal praise nvm general smut
・:* shaky hands reach for the phone charging on the hotel nightstand, fumbling around before landing on your contact. jake doesn’t bother checking the time or considering what time it is back in korea. he can’t. not when he’s so pent up from tour, missing you in these moments alone in the hotel room. he shouldn’t be doing this and he knows it, his eyes watering with tears at the mere thought of disobeying you.
the phone rings twice before you pick up, answering with a groggy “hello?” that makes saliva pool in jake’s mouth. he has always had a thing for your voice. he could get hard just from hearing you talk, which was exactly what he needed right now. it would be quick and he would be very quiet. you would never know he’s actively breaking one of the biggest rules you gave him. “absolutely no touching yourself unless given permission,” you had told him before he left for tour, voice stern and warning.
“hi baby,” he responded, hoping his voice wouldn’t shake or crack. “is everything okay? it’s getting late there jakey.” he could only bite his lip and pray as he screwed his eyes shut, fighting off a whimper. “yeah, just missed you.” it comes out breathier than he’d like, using every bit of strength he could to maintain his composure. jake held his phone as far as he could in hopes the microphone doesn’t pick up the sounds of his fist moving quickly over his dick. but it does and he isn’t as quiet as he thinks he is.
“oh, you miss me huh?” you responded now knowing exactly why he called you. “you’re not in a sticky situation or anything that you needed me to help with?” shit. jake’s breathing stuttered and his hand froze. he had been caught and there was no point in lying, but he was going to try. “wha- no! no! ‘m not doing anything!” he blurted, whining a little on the last word. “yeah right, you fucking liar,” you spat. “no use in trying to act better than the pathetic bitch you are,” now that got him. jake tightened his grip again, jerking off to the horrible things you were saying.
tears welled in his eyes and poured down his cheeks before he could stop them. he sniffled and tried to will himself to stop crying, but it all just felt so good. “using my voice to get yourself off without even so much as asking. you’re disgusting, jake.” a whine. “god, are you really about to come right now, slut?” a whimper, his fist tightening and pace quickening. he was so close. “you really are nothing but a miserable mutt,” and there it was. he came with a loud moan, sobbing from both pleasure and shame.
you scoffed into the phone, letting him sit there, waiting for him to come crying his apologies. “‘m sorry. so sorry. i know i was bad but please forgive me.” he sobs, muffled by the pillow he threw his face into. “yeah sure you are. you sure as hell didn’t sound very sorry when you broke the rules.” did you like making him cry? well yes. but you were still beyond pissed. you clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes before speaking. “you are nothing but a nasty pervert.” venom shot out of your mouth and emphasized it by hanging up the call, leaving jake messy, sobbing, and still hard.
A/N: new layout :p and my first time writing full smut. this is for you twin @cqlestialss
Warnings: This is sinister and nasty for me pls. Smoking, touching (?), drinking
A/N: I feel like a hoe writing this but I need it out of my head Bad. San’s cheeky as hell I can’t help it. The people on the team are also random as hell just let it happen. This is strictly fiction pls don’t attack me.
Advancing to the next round, Seoul City Football Club.
The sound of cheers echoed around you as you watched each boy grin, celebrating the announcement that glowed on Shotaro’s phone screen. San had an arm slung over the back of your chair. He looked at you with a smile while you cheered with the rest of the team, clapping him on the shoulder with excitement.
“Party at my place, you all deserve it!” Announced Shotaro, which caused the celebrations to erupt even louder.
After a few more petty arguments between teammates everyone stood up to get to the house. You and San walked down the stairs, your arm snaked around his.
“You don’t mind if I smoke in your car, right?” You asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket.
“Go ‘head,” he said quietly.
Your lighter clicked and San opened the passenger door, waiting for you to climb into his car before closing it.
You had one leg tucked into the seat, chin rested on your knee with your arm out the window, letting the cigarette ash fall into the road. Every so often San would glance at you, turning back before you could catch his eyes. You did the same thing. Unabashedly staring him up and down. He looked delicious.
He was never big on using every button on his shirts. Instead, the first four buttons remained untouched. The divot of his sternum on full display little left to the imagination as you remembered what it felt like to touch him there.
You snubbed your cigarette out under your shoe when you stepped into Shotaro’s driveway and you dusted your hands off on your pants before linking your arm with San’s once again. Most of the team was already there, having carpooled from the team dinner.
Mingi opened the door before either of you could knock. “Hey! You got a smoke I could bum?” He directed at you. He pumped his fist in the air as you handed him one. “Owe ya one!” He yelled running out of the back door toward’s the pool.
The both of you joined the rest outside. Shotaro was always ready for things like this. He had a plethora of drinks on the table, alcoholic and not, enough snacks to feed a men’s soccer team, and music blasting from a speaker you couldn’t see.
It didn’t take long after your arrival for the rest of the guests to show up. They weren’t on the team, and you assumed it was mostly Mingi and Wooyoung’s doing. They seemed to know everyone. What was a casual team celebration quickly turned into a stereotypical house party.
You stayed close to San, sitting on a couch with your legs across his thighs. The drink in your hand slowly emptied as you watched the crowds of people talk. At some point you saw Keeho, the team’s goalie, drunkenly stumble his way through asking a girl for her number and fall into a chair after she rejected him.
It was all fun until you started getting antsy, something San picked up quickly.
“What’s up, pretty?” He asked, head ducking down to better reach your ear.
“Nothing. I’m okay,” you mumbled back, shifting in your seat again. Your skirt had ridden up for the nth time and you didn’t care to pull it down again. The alcohol buzzed in your body, heat blooming across your chest.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Standing abruptly, you grabbed San’s hand and dragged him upstairs. His shock turned to subtle realization when you got halfway up the stairs. A smirk played on his lips as he allowed you to continue dragging him desperately to the nearest bedroom, praying it was a spare and not Shotaro’s.
The door barely shut before you pushed him to lie on the bed. Hands splayed across his chest and the shirt you’d been eyeing since dinner. Now San knew he was attractive. Hard muscles, tanned skin, and the most beautiful smile that was accompanied by a set of dimples.
“Woah, baby. Take a breath,” he joked, placing his hands on your waist as you climbed to straddle him. Slowly he rubbed up and down your sides, his thumbs gently sliding under your shirt.
Before he could blink, your mouth was on his. He squeezed the flesh of your hips as you licked at his bottom lip. His hands moved lower, grazing the skin of your upper thigh. At this point, your skirt did nothing to hide anything. The position had bunched it up too high for the public, but neither of you did anything about it, too enthralled with the way your lips were pressed to each other’s.
You pulled back breathlessly. San sat up slightly, taking his hands off of you to rest his weight on his elbows. The way he looked at you would’ve made your knees weak if you hadn’t been situated on top of him.
You played with the bottom hem of his shirt, fingers dancing under it to feel his skin. He was hot. His skin radiating heat as your nails gently scratched at his abs which tensed at the feeling.
You didn’t speak as you started at the buttons. The alcohol and need caught up quickly causing you to fumble, growing more impatient and mildly frustrated.
“Need this off. Now.” It was nearly incoherent, San laughing at your inability to work a few buttons open.
“Take your time, pretty,” he said. The look he had didn’t make it better. If anything, your mind turned further into mush. With the final button undone, you nearly threw the sides of his shirt off, tugging at it until it fell down his arms. You couldn’t do anything except stare. Every time you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, you were proven wrong. He was glowing.
“So pretty,” you stated, truly entranced. Your earlier actions resumed. The feeling of your nails scratching at his bare skin, massaging the muscles not only at his stomach but also his arms made him shudder. This was everything you’ve ever wanted.
Your daze persisted as you bent to place kisses to his skin. San sucked in a surprised breath when you started sucking marks onto his stomach that were followed by soothing licks.
Sitting back up, you admired your work. Several marks varying in color littering his spit slicked abs. Leaning down once more, you bit into his bicep, leaving the mark of your teeth in the skin before kissing him once more.
You were finally satisfied, and at this point the buzz of the alcohol no longer coursed your blood. The two of you sat there for a moment longer just staring at each other, breaths uneven.
The moment was quickly interrupted by Shotaro banging on the door yelling, “PLEASE STOP HAVING SEX IN MY HOUSE.”
San pulled you down for one more kiss, hands at your waist and the back of your neck. Climbing off of him, you fixed your lipgloss as he redressed.
“Better?” He asked, smirk still on his face, opening the door to an annoyed Shotaro and a smug looking Wooyoung.
“Much,” you responded, throwing Wooyoung a wink as San dragged you back downstairs, where you would spend the rest of the night smiling like you had won the lottery.
Warnings: he has tattoos, hella cliche I couldn't help it, secret nerd anton, kinda abrupt ending
A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts since May and I’m finally letting her out into the light
Anton Lee was someone who didn't get approached by people who he didn't know, but it seemed he knew everyone. Except you and the people you hung out with, that is.
Your friend circles simply didn't cross. You didn't party, play sports, or generally leave your house past 9pm. The crowd Anton surrounded himself with, however, was quite the opposite. House parties almost every weekend, talking to anyone who came up to him, and most notably, his agonizingly good looks.
Anton Lee was sickeningly cool.
Seeing as you had no social life outside of your immediate group of friends, Anton was the type of guy to remain a hallway crush. You only ever looked at him from afar, across the classroom, but never interacted with him.
Your frilly socks and pink sweaters clashed with his baggy jeans and black t-shirts. You were water and Anton was oil; you two didn't mix. So, you were left to watch him from a distance, not even going to try forcing your paths together.
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History class came one day as it normally did. You tapped your pen on your desk before drawing little flowers on your paper in the black ink, waiting for class to start. You couldn't help turning your head to the left to see Anton laughing with his friends, a smile on his face that melted your heart. You shouldn't be doing this; he doesn't even know you exist.
"New seats today, class. Since you want to act like a pack of wild dogs every day," Your teacher announced, shutting the door behind her. A collection of groans was all that could be heard in response. "And" she continued, "The person next to you will be your project partner. Pick any historical moment from the past 60 years, research it, and prepare to present it to the class next week," she explained, handing out pieces of paper that corresponded to a desk.
Once you got yours, you packed your bookbag and got up to move seats. Your eyes were wide in nervousness as you scanned the room for your table, eventually landing on a desk in the front right corner of the room. As you got situated, a thump sounded next to you. Your head turned enough to see an arm littered in small tattoos pull out the chair.
"Looks like you're my partner?" Anton asked more as a statement. You couldn't speak out of unfamiliarity and minor fear, so you just nodded. Anton cracked a small smile, "No need to be nervous, sweets. I won't let you down," he threw you a wink before turning back to his friends.
After class ended, Anton turned to you before you got the chance to leave. "I know we have a whole week to work on it, but come over after school?" He asked, handing you a slip of paper with his address before shoving his hands back in his hoodie pocket.
You nodded again, "Yeah, sure," was all you said before nearly booking it out of the classroom.
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Finally, the last bell rang, and you were dismissed for the day. You weren't dying to get to Anton's house per say, but you were scared of being late. You typed the address he had given to you into your maps; silently praying he wasn't playing a trick on you. A sigh left your mouth at the idea of what Anton had planned for the project. It was likely something stupid and you would have to scrap it all and do it yourself.
When you walked up his driveway and knocked on the door, Anton was there to greet you almost instantly. He welcomed you in with grace as you slipped off your shoes, tucking them neatly next to the door.
"My room's just through here," he said with an awkward wave of his hand, gesturing for you to follow.
Anton opened his bedroom door for you, allowing you to walk in and observe for a moment. His room was clean. Dark, moody lighting and cool lamps, his PC, a collection of action figures, and a guitar. So much personality was spilling out of the four walls, but it was a side of his personality he never showed in school. You cautiously set your bag down on the floor, gently sitting on the edge of his bed. Anton closed the door behind him and sat in the chair at his desk.
The two of began working on the project. Researching different sides of the topic you both chose. You and Anton worked in near silence, only talking to ask a question or give feedback.
After a couple hours, your interest piqued when your eyes scanned over the guitar in the corner for what seemed to be the fifth time.
"Do you play?" You asked, gesturing to his guitar, wanting to be polite and out of genuine curiosity.
"Oh, yeah. I do. I can teach you a few things if you'd like." Anton replied, already standing up and walking towards the guitar. He picked it up by the neck and sat next to where you sat on his bed. Placing it gently in your lap, Anton looked at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You tensed up when he grabbed your hand and guided your fingers over the strings to make chords.
"This is an E major," he explained, strumming the strings with his free hand. You nodded, eyes clouded by how close he was to you. You focused your eyes on the small tattoo in the space between his thumb and wrist to keep from breaking out in a flush.
It’s almost as if he could feel the heat of your cheeks radiating off of your skin.
“You don’t need to be nervous baby,” he said in a quiet whisper, mouth directly next to your ear.
You tried to lean back and hide yourself from him, forgetting he was sat behind you. Thus, pushing your back further into his chest. Anton just laughed, a low, enamored sound escaping his chest.
“I’m fine I’m fine,” you had insisted, but you gave yourself away. Your cheeks were hot and pink and your words came out closer to a whine.
The two of you sat there in silence for what felt like hours and not once had Anton wiped that smug grin off of his face. You stood up slightly embarrassed, shuffling back to where your books were strewn across his floor.
“Look, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You just look so cute with your cheeks that pink,” Anton said. He didn’t bother trying to get too close to you, opting for turning his head to look at you.
“I bet you say that to every girl you get paired with for projects,” you mumbled, eyes fixed on the textbook pages.
“No, just you,” he replied softly. “I asked Mrs. Suh if we could be partners you know.”
“Why?” You finally looked up, meeting his eyes. Your head cocked ever so slightly in confusion.
“Because I wanted you to actually see me, see more than the parties and tattoos.” You gazed up at him, watching his lips move and his eyes flit away from you. It was cute. He was cute.
Before he could think, you were sat next to him on the bed. Your knees were touching and you were so close that you could hear the faint hitch in his breath.
You had spent the last several hours cleaning out your entire apartment. Not a single closet, cabinet, or drawer went untouched as you threw away copious amounts of junk. Jongseob was at tour rehearsal for what felt like the entire day, leaving you with nothing better to do than clean.
Jongseob walked in as the clock flashed 6:00pm. He had walked in and called for you, seeing as you were not where you usually were when he got home. He heard the muffled reply from somewhere near the bedroom, guiding him to where you were.
Upon opening the door to the bedroom, Jongseob was hit with the sight of you almost waist deep in the closet, taking out boxes of art supplies he swears he had never seen before. He waited for you to come out before he spoke any further, not wanting to disrupt something that clearly had you captivated.
After a couple minutes, you sat back on your heels with a huff and placed a stack of sticker sheets on the floor next to you.
"Hi, Seob!" You said, as you looked up at him from your place on the floor.
"Hi, love. What are you doing?" Jongseob responded with a small chuckle as he set his bag on the floor next to the desk.
"I cleaned the whole house, because spring. And then!" you rambled nearly out of breath, "Then I saw a TikTok about this makeup trend with stickers and glitter and I wanted to try it!"
Jongseob stood there, still in the doorway, listening to you list all of the things you did. "Don't you have that facial appointment tomorrow? No makeup 24 hours prior right?" He questioned, trying to recall what you had told him when you booked it.
"Shit... yeah. I'll have to wait I guess," You confirmed his questions with a deflated sigh.
Jongseob saw how disappointed you looked, clearly having wanted to try it out while inspiration still flowed through you. So, he offered instead, "You know, can do it on me."
"Really? Thank you Seob!!" You stood up off of the floor and grabbed the stickers, your makeup bag, and Jongseob's arm, dragging him to the living room.
He sat back on the couch as you straddled his thighs, supplies next to you. Your fingers combed through the hair that frames his face and clipped it back with the clips he always watches you put in your hair every day.
Carefully, you worked to put on layer after layer, every step of your makeup routine onto Jongseob's face. He closed his eyes as your fingers touched his skin, rubbing in and applying every product.
Soon his base was done, and you could finally do the best part. You skimmed through the pile of sticker sheets until you found the ones you wanted. They were dozens of little stars, smiley faces, paw prints, and hearts, some decorated with glitter or rhinestones.
You started to peel off one sticker at a time and placed it on various spots of his face with precision and care, pressing the ones on his cheeks a little harder. With some of the extras, you stuck the stickers down both of his arms, ultimately covering him head to toe in bright colored accessories.
Eventually, you were done and sat back to admire your work, which ended with you staring at Jongseob, a lazy grin glued to your face.
"You're so pretty," you told him, grabbing the sides of his face and planting a kiss to his lips. You pulled out your phone and started snapping dozens of photos, all of which Jongseob graciously posed for, a huge smile on his face, taking pride in his new look.
Anxiously, you flipped through your script and analyzed every highlight, note, and comment. You’d never done anything remotely similar to MC-ing for one of the most popular music shows in the country, so why did you agree to be their guest host? Simple. Myung Jaehyun.
He’d been nagging and begging you to accept the offer for weeks. When MCountdown announced they were in need of a temporary MC, the first person Jaehyun thought of to fill the position was you. What could go wrong? It was good promotion for you, and you could finally be with each other after being apart for so long.
There was one issue that both of you seemed to have forgotten. Your relationship wasn’t public, nor did your companies want them to be public any time soon.
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After nervously fixing your hair and committing your lines to memory, you and Jaehyun walked into the area where you would be spending the next several hours. His hand reached for yours to calm your racing nerves instinctively, only for staff to cough in warning from behind the cameras. The two of you gave each other a look before stepping apart to avoid a rise of suspicions and dating rumors per company request.
Seeing how quickly Jaehyun deflated into himself had a sad sigh falling from your lips. But as quickly as it happened, he put on a smile and acted like he wasn't disappointed. The usual puppy love filled look in his eye replaced with displeasure and frustration.
He had it all planned out. He was supposed to be with you, hold your hand, and finally spend more time together than the short sleepovers that resulted in someone being gone when the other woke up. You weren't supposed to steal glances at each other every time the camera cut hoping that no one caught you.
You both walk backstage for a moment under the guise of needing water. You're concerned and Jaehyun is visibly upset, effecting the usual fun and happy environment of the show.
"Jae... What is up with you?" You question, hands reaching for his worry covering your face.
"This wasn't how I planned for things to go. They don't care when Sohee and I hug or even get close to each other. I wanted to be able to actually be near you, not on opposite sides of the room," He answered, looking at the ground with a devastatingly cute pout on his face.
You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his gaze from the floor to you. "I know this isn't what you wanted it to be like, but we can make it work. Now, let's go back out there, stand next to each other, and maybe I'll let you hold my hand when we aren't live," you responded with a slight giggle before dragging him out of the room, both of you smiling more than when the show started.
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The audience of fans quickly noticed the change in demeanor. Jaehyun was practically glued to your side, grinning and giggling like he was back in kindergarten. He didn't care about spreading rumors anymore. They weren't even rumors if they were true, right? All he cared about was you and the smile on your face that he loved so much.
The rest of the show was significantly better. Morale was high and both of you were beaming with joy. Your lovesick puppy was back, and you wouldn't have it any other way. To say the fans were obsessed was an understatement. Tweets with screenshots and clips of you together were going viral, the viewer counts skyrocketed, and it did wonders for publicity. All because Jaehyun loved you and was able to show it how he so desperately wished to do.
But if he asked you to come back as a host, everyone, staff and all would say no. He was happier than ever and views were up, but productivity was down seeing as Jaehyun was too busy staring at you with hearts in his eyes when the cameras weren't rolling.
It was safe to say that your first (and last) time hosting a music show with Myung Jaehyun was one for the books.