A/n: I’ll properly write for them once I figure out the dynamics within the group I’m still new here
~Master List~
The kind of person to be staring at a wall and then just randomly do aegyo for literally no reason.
He’s competitive but not too competitive. Like he takes games seriously but is never a sore loser unless it’s uno, uno is very serious to him.
Kinda guy to be generally pretty chill but get random short bursts of energy. Like you could be chilling sitting around and then suddenly stand up to do something outrageous and then go back to chilling right after.
Alejandro is such an expressive texter he is so much more hype over text (if that's possible). Suddenly everything is exciting when he’s texting. He definitely has a whole collection of reaction pics for every situation. So reaction pics he has waiting for a very specific situation that he will never use but he has it.
Definitely the kinda guy to write a song for his partner. Like I don't imagine him setting out to write something about you it just kinda happens. Like he’d be messing around with some cords on his guitar and suddenly he’s writing a song for you.
Doesn’t take himself too seriously. He’ll do stupid things to embarrass himself and then laugh about it. He’s not afraid to be silly.
Alejandro would definitely put at least some amount of effort into learning about some of your interests that he doesn’t know much about. He’ll read a summary of your favourite book or read up on a wiki page just so he can understand why you like certain things.
He is quite observant. Whether that be in reading a room or noticing your mannerisms. He just tends to notice things most wouldn’t.
💬 。 taki saw a baby, and that was a enough to fuel his baby fever!
masterlist 𓋰 高山 力 x f!rea⠀ ✶⠀ baby fevered!taki, not explict, suggestive, minor talk of sex, minor talk of cumming inside, minor talk of breeding. wc: 1270 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you were half-lying on the couch, scrolling on your phone, when the front door clicked open. taki stepped in, still wearing his practice hoodie, hair slightly messy from the wind outside.
he didn’t say anything at first. he just kicked off his shoes, padded over, and dropped himself right on top of you like a very tall, very clingy cat.
“taki—!” you laughed, barely managing to save your phone before it got squished between you two. “heavy…”
instead of moving, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. you could feel his cheeks burning against your skin.
“…i saw a baby today,” he mumbled, voice muffled.
you blinked. “at the company?”
he nodded, still hiding. “staff member brought her four-month-old. she was so tiny… and she grabbed my finger and made this little sound—” he made a soft, high-pitched cooing noise that was way too adorable for someone who just finished intense choreography practice. “i almost cried. in front of everyone.”
you bit your lip to keep from laughing at how embarrassed he sounded. taki pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes big and sparkling with that dangerous baby fever glow.
“she smiled at me, you know? like… full gummy smile. and i just—” he let out a tiny, helpless whine and hid his face in your chest again. “i want one. i want one so bad. with you.”
your heart did a dangerous little flip.
“taki…”
“i’m serious,” he whispered, voice getting softer and shyer with every word. “i keep imagining it. a little baby with your eyes… or maybe my nose? and tiny chubby hands that grab my hair when i carry them around the dorm. i’d let them chew on all my fingers. i’d never complain. i’d wake up at 3 a.m. for night feeds and still think it’s the best thing ever because it’s ours.”
he lifted his head again, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy with pure, unfiltered cuteness overload.
“i’d be the best dad, i swear. i’d dance silly songs to make them laugh. i already know how to do tiny pigtails if it’s a girl. or teach them to dance if it’s a boy. oh i can teach if its a girl too—i don’t care. ah—i’d also have to learn how to cook baby stuff, right? they can’t eat steak…i’ll take some classes or look up some—i just… i want to make a family with you. like, right now. is that crazy? am i being too much? i think i’m talking a lot.”
he looked at you like a puppy who’d just offered you his favorite toy and was terrified you’d say no.
you reached up and gently cupped his warm cheeks. “it’s not crazy and i love when you talk. you are never too much, baby. i think it’s really cute, actually. butttt i think we should wait a couple years, yeah?”
taki’s eyes were still sparkling when you cupped his cheeks and answered him so gently. but the second you added “butttt i think we should wait a couple years, yeah?” his whole face changed.
he froze for a second, processing. then his lips formed the softest, most dramatic little pout you’d ever seen.
“a couple… years?” he repeated, voice tiny and heartbroken in the cutest way possible. his arms around your waist tightened.
he buried his face back into your chest with a long, dramatic whine that vibrated against you.
“but… but the baby i saw today was sooooo perfect,” he mumbled sadly, voice all muffled and pitiful. “what if i get too old to do the silly dances without pulling a muscle? or what if k gets too old to babysit...he complained his back hurt the other day—”
you could feel his cheeks burning even hotter now. he peeked up at you again, eyes big and glossy, bottom lip still jutting out.
“taki—baby you are in the height of your career…”
he stayed quiet for a second, still lying on top of you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he never planned on letting go. the pout on his lips didn’t disappear, but it softened a little as your words sank in.
he let out a tiny sigh against your chest, warm breath tickling your skin.
“ughhhhh…i know,” he mumbled, voice small and a little reluctant. “i know i’m busy right now. tours, practices, schedules… i barely have time to sleep some days.”
he lifted his head again, resting his chin on your sternum so he could look at you properly. his cheeks were still flushed pink, hair messy and falling into his eyes.
“but that’s exactly why i keep thinking about it,” he admitted shyly. “when everything is so loud and fast… i imagine coming home to you and a little baby. our baby. and suddenly the noisy world feels softer. like i’d have a reason to run home even faster after practice.”
he gave you the cutest little sheepish smile, even though his eyes were still sparkling with that dangerous baby fever.
“i’m not saying we should have one tomorrow,” he added quickly, even though his tone made it sound like he kind of wished you would. “i know i’m young and the group is doing so well… but i can’t help it. every time i see a baby i just picture you holding ours and i get this really warm, stupidly happy feeling in my chest.”
taki leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another one on your cheek, then one more on the tip of your nose like he couldn’t stop himself.
slight nsfw under the cut
“i’ll wait,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “a couple years… i’ll be patient. i promise. but we still…um try…”
“yah—! you just want to cum in me—”
taki’s eyes went wide the second the words left your mouth.
his whole face flushed bright red, ears burning, and he let out a shocked little squeak against your lips. he pulled back just enough to stare at you, mouth open like a flustered fish.
he yelped, voice cracking adorably. “that’s not— i mean— i didn’t say it like that!”
but even as he tried to protest, he couldn’t hide the way his body reacted. his arms tightened around you even more, hips pressing just a little closer against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.
he hid his burning face in your neck again, whining loudly.
“…okay maybe i do,” he mumbled, voice so small and embarrassed it was almost a whisper. “i really, really do. but it’s not just that! i swear!”
“you’re so mean for saying it out loud like that…” he pouted, but his voice was breathy and his eyes were sparkling. “now i can’t stop thinking about it… making you all full and warm… maybe even trying a few times until it works…”
his fingers slipped under your shirt again, this time sliding higher up your back, pulling you closer as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.
“but i’ll wait if you want me to,” he whispered right against your ear, voice turning a little husky. “i’ll be good… even if i’m dying to breed you right now.”
wc: 2.6k
warnings: none!
summary: readers first date with jo
masterlist
Tuesday somehow arrived faster than expected.
Which was probably why you were standing in front of your mirror for the third time in twenty minutes pretending you weren’t nervous.
Not panic-nervous like the party. Not heart-racing, can’t-make-eye-contact nervous either. It was the kind that settled warm in your stomach because this was real now.
A real date. With Jo. You were halfway through fixing your hair one last time when your phone buzzed on the bed.
You expected another text from Mina, something having to do with last minute dating advice.
Instead, it was Jo.
jojo😙
i’m outside :)
Your stomach flipped instantly. You grabbed your bag quickly before heading downstairs, still typing back.
you
coming!!
But the second you opened your apartment door, you froze. Jo stood there awkwardly in the hallway holding flowers. Not grocery store gas station flowers either. Pretty ones. Wrapped carefully in brown paper with tiny white filler flowers tucked between them. Jo looked just as nervous holding them as he did the first time you kissed him.
“Oh,” you blinked.
Immediately, Jo panicked.
“Wait— was this too much?” he asked quickly. “Maki said flowers were good but then Yuma said flowers make it look like I’m applying for marriage and—”
“No!” you cut him off instantly, laughing softly. “No, Jo.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly. You stepped closer, smiling so hard your cheeks already hurt. “These are really pretty.”
Jo’s ears turned pink immediately. “I didn’t know what flowers you liked.”
“That’s okay.”
“I googled it.”
That made you laugh harder. “You googled flowers?”
“I didn’t want to accidentally buy funeral flowers!” he defended.
“That’s actually adorable.” You smiled to yourself.
Jo looked down shyly, handing them over carefully like he was scared to crush them.
No one had ever brought you flowers before. Not like this. Especially not nervously standing outside your apartment like he genuinely cared about getting everything right.
“Thank you,” you said softer this time.
Jo finally looked back up at you then. The expression on his face shifted immediately once he realized you genuinely liked them. The nerves settling down and making a warm feeling buzz in his chest.
“You look really pretty,” he admitted quietly.
The compliment came easier now. He was still shy but no longer forced through panic.
Your smile widened automatically. “You clean up nice too.”
Jo looked down at himself dramatically. “Thank god. Nico said I looked like a substitute teacher.”
You laughed while stepping back inside briefly to put the flowers in water before leaving again. When you came back out, Jo was still standing there patiently, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. You caught him staring for half a second before he looked away again.
“You’re still nervous,” you teased lightly.
“A little.”
“That’s cute.”
“It’s ruining my life actually.”
You laughed softly before walking beside him toward the elevator. His hand brushed your once and on the second time he reached over and took your hand. His long fingers intertwining carefully with yours. You could see it on his face as the rest of his nerves disappeared completely.
The drive to dinner felt easy after that. Music played quietly through the speakers while the two of you talked like you’d known each other longer than you actually had.
About classes, about professors you hated, about how Taki somehow got locked out of the frat house twice in one week. Jo laughed harder than you expected while telling stories, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped against his thigh whenever he got excited talking.
Every once in a while, he’d glance over at you. The drive across town lasted longer than you expected. At first you didn’t think much of it. Not until the familiar campus buildings disappeared behind you completely and the streets slowly turned quieter, prettier.
“Wait,” you said slowly, glancing out the window. “Where are we going?”
Jo’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel for half a second. “Dinner?”
“That does not answer my question.”
He laughed softly. “You’ll see.”
You expected something casual. Maybe some trendy spot near campus where frat guys usually took dates while pretending not to call them dates.
So when Jo pulled into valet parking outside a dimly lit restaurant with warm golden lighting spilling through huge glass windows, your jaw actually dropped a little.
Jo noticed immediately. “What?” he asked nervously.
“You brought me here?”
His confidence cracked almost instantly under your expression. “Was that too much?”
“No!” You looked back toward the restaurant again. “I just didn’t expect this.”
“Oh.” Jo relaxed slightly. “Good.”
A host opened the door before either of you even reached it, soft jazz humming faintly through the restaurant while conversations blended together quietly around you.
Everything looked expensive, not obnoxiously flashy. Just… intimate and thought out.
You looked over at Jo once you sat down across from each other in the booth. “You planned this.”
Jo tried to act casual about it and failed immediately. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?”
“I asked Kei where people go for real dates.”
You laughed softly. “Real dates?”
“Yeah.” His ears turned pink. “I didn’t want it to feel like I was just taking you to some random frat dinner spot.”
Something warm settled heavily in your chest after that. As you looked over at him everything seemed to make sense. The clean room, the nervous texts, the way he’d asked your schedule before choosing the day.
Jo wasn’t just excited you liked him back. He was trying. The realization made something ache in your chest at every gesture Jo has ever done.
“You’re cute,” you mumbled before taking a sip of water.
Jo blinked. “You can’t say things like that so casually.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m trying to act normal.” He smiled as his ears and neck turned a light pink.
“You are normal.”
“No I’m not.” He laughed quietly. “I spent like fifty minutes researching restaurants.”
“That’s sweet.” You smiled at him, your cheekbones starting to feel sore.
“It was stressful.”
The waiter came by after that, and Jo somehow managed to get even more attractive just by being polite. It was all simple things too. Thanking the staff automatically. Asking if you wanted to split appetizers first. Sliding the menu toward you because he remembered you mentioning once that you hated sitting under bright lights and wanted the booth side instead.
Things you wouldn’t expect a typical frat guy to notice. But it’s clear Jo is anything but that.
“You’re staring,” Jo said suddenly once the waiter left.
Your face heated instantly. “Sorry.”
“No.” He smiled shyly. “Keep doing it.”
That pulled a laugh out of you immediately. And after that? Everything just flowed naturally.
You talked about stupid things first. Terrible professors. Frat drama. The fact Maki somehow burned ramen in the frat kitchen bad enough to set off alarms. Then the conversation slowly softened around the edges.
Jo told stories with his whole body, leaning over the table while talking, smiling so hard he’d interrupt himself sometimes because he got distracted laughing.
“You know what the worst part is?” he asked at one point.
“What?”
“Nico wasn’t exaggerating.”
You laughed immediately. “About what?”
“The crush thing.” He pointed at you accusingly with his fork. “I really was losing my mind.”
“You still are a little.”
“That’s fair.” He smiled before looking down briefly, suddenly more bashful. “I think everyone knew before I did honestly.”
“What do you mean?” Your head tilted to the side at his confession.
Jo shrugged lightly. “I just thought you were pretty at first. Then suddenly I was checking if you were gonna be at parties.”
Your stomach flipped softly.
“And then,” he continued, “I started realizing I remembered everything you said.”
You smiled a little into your drink.
“That’s when I got scared.”
“Scared?” You raised an eyebrow, surprised that he ever felt scared of you.
“Yeah.” He laughed quietly at himself. “Because then it stopped feeling like a random crush.”
Something about the honesty in his voice made the entire restaurant feel warmer.
You looked at him carefully for a second. The dim lighting softened his features. His blond hair slightly messy from running his hands through it all evening. Rings tapping lightly against his water glass while he talked.
You couldn’t understand how you were nervous before. Not anymore.
“You’re really different one-on-one,” you admitted quietly.
Jo looked up immediately. “Better or worse?”
“Better.” The answer came easy.
Because downstairs at the party, Jo was all nervous glances and awkward silences.
But in this restaurant he was funny. Attentive to your every need and clearly more comfortable. He was still shy sometimes, but in a way that felt genuine instead of panicked.
“At parties,” you continued, “I thought maybe you just didn’t like me very much.”
Jo looked horrified instantly. “What!?”
You started laughing. “No, seriously! You’d look at me and then immediately disappear.”
“Because I was terrified!”
You laughed so hard you nearly covered your face while Jo groaned dramatically.
“But now?” he said quieter after your laughter faded a little. “This is easy.”
Your chest tightened softly.
Because he was right, nothing about tonight felt forced. Silences weren’t awkward anymore. Every conversation somehow led naturally into another one. Even the teasing felt softer now. It felt as if the two of you already knew how to exist around each other.
At one point Jo reached across the table absentmindedly and stole one of your fries.
You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?”
“They tasted better on your plate.” He smiled mischievously.
“That’s actually evil.”
“You’ll survive.”
“You’re lucky I like you.”
Jo smiled instantly at that, genuinely happy hearing those words come from you. He still wasn’t over the fact you chose him back at all.
After dinner, neither of you really wanted the night to end yet.
So Jo ended up walking with you through the little shopping plaza nearby, hands brushing every few steps until finally he just grabbed yours fully. It felt natural and not forced. You couldn’t even tell that he’d been wanting to do it for the last hour. Your fingers curled into his automatically.
Jo looked down at your joined hands and smiled to himself.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothing.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I just used to think this would never happen.”
The honesty in his voice softened something in your chest immediately.
“You know,” you said carefully, “you could’ve just texted me first.”
Jo groaned loudly. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you rejected me I would’ve had to transfer schools.”
You laughed again, leaning lightly into his shoulder as you walked. “That’s dramatic.”
“It’s realistic.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” he smiled down at you, squeezing your hand once, “you still agreed to go out with me.”
You looked up at him. Pretty in the soft evening light, his falling into his eyes a little from the wind. Still smiling like he genuinely couldn’t believe you chose him back.
“Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I did.”
The plaza around you buzzed quietly with late night conversations and distant music spilling from nearby restaurants. Streetlights cast warm gold across the sidewalk while Jo walked close enough that his shoulder brushed yours every few steps.
Comfortable silence settled between you.
Jo looked down at your joined hands again before speaking quietly.
“Can I admit something without sounding insane?”
You smiled immediately. “Probably not, but go ahead.”
He laughed softly under his breath, though you could feel a little nervousness return in the way his thumb rubbed absentmindedly over your knuckles.
“I know this is technically our first date.”
“Technically?”
“Well…” He glanced over sheepishly. “I’ve emotionally been on like six dates with you already.”
You burst out laughing.
“I’m serious!” he defended instantly. “Do you know how many fake conversations I’ve had with you in my head?”
“That is deeply concerning.”
“I know.”
You were still laughing when Jo slowed his steps slightly. You finally looked back up at him this time, his expression had softened into something more serious. Just raw honesty.
“But really,” he said quieter now, “I know this is our first actual date.”
Your smile faded gentler around the edges.
“And I know normal people probably wait longer before saying stuff like this…”
There it was again, that nervousness. Not the frantic panic from before, but the kind that came when Jo cared too much about getting something right.
He looked down briefly before meeting your eyes again.
“But I don’t really want this to be casual.”
Your chest tightened softly.
Jo let out a tiny awkward laugh after saying it, like he immediately felt vulnerable.
“I’m not trying to be intense,” he added quickly. “I just—I don’t know. I think I spent so long liking you that now that this is actually happening…” He smiled nervously. “I want you to know I’m serious about you.”
The sincerity in his voice hit harder than anything else had tonight.
Because he meant it. Every nervous text. Every flower that he was planning out in his head. Every researched restaurant. Every awkward glance across frat parties for months.
Jo had liked you carefully. Completely knowing he wanted you and only you. And now he was standing here trying to tell you that without scaring you away.
You squeezed his hand gently. “Jo.”
His eyes lifted back to yours immediately.
“You’re not scaring me.” You reassured.
The tension in his shoulders loosened slightly.
You stepped a little closer to him, smiling softly now. “I like that you’re serious.”
Jo looked genuinely relieved hearing that. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You laughed quietly. “Honestly, I think if you tried acting casual now it would feel weird.”
“That’s true.” He nodded immediately. “I’d be terrible at it.”
“You already are.”
“I know.”
You smiled before nudging his shoulder lightly. “So what are you asking me exactly?”
He looked horrified for half a second before laughing softly to himself. “You’re evil.”
“Maybe.”
Jo shook his head, smiling despite himself. Then after a second, he stopped walking completely. Still holding your hand, looking at you like you were something he couldn’t quite believe was real.
And quieter this time, he finally asked. “Can you be my girlfriend?”
The words came out shy. Like despite everything tonight, he was still scared you might disappear.
Your heart melted instantly. “You’re asking me to be official on the first date?” you teased softly.
Jo groaned dramatically. “See, I knew this sounded crazy.”
“No,” you laughed quickly, grabbing his arm before he could spiral. “No, it’s cute.”
“Cute is not the word I was hoping for.”
“It’s very you, though.”
“That somehow feels insulting.”
You smiled up at him for another second before your expression softened again.
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Jo blinked, almost like he genuinely needed a second to process what you’d just said.
Then the biggest smile you’d seen all night spread across his face. Bright enough that you immediately started laughing too.
“Oh my god,” he breathed out, almost disbelieving. “Really?”
“Really.”
Jo looked so overwhelmingly happy it almost made your chest ache. His hand tightened around yours before he suddenly pulled you closer carefully, like he still couldn’t fully believe he was allowed to do that now.
“My girlfriend,” he repeated quietly, smiling to himself.
You laughed softly. “You’re enjoying saying that way too much already.”
“I’ve earned this.” He grinned.
And before you could tease him again, Jo leaned down and kissed you. Slow this time. No nervous panic or awkward hesitation anymore. And no fear one of the other guys will just open the door to make his life difficult.
Just warm hands, soft laughter against your mouth, and the unmistakable feeling that somehow this had been inevitable the entire time.
