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@jung-won-nie
jungwon past the le sserafim practice room when he spotted someone inside. weird, he thought he already saw them all head home hours ago. curiosity peaked, he leaned in and spotted kazuha marking a dance he didn't recognize. she looked frustrated, her usual soft expression twisted with discontent.
careful not to cause too much of a disturbance, the leader slowly opened the door and stepped inside with a wave. "hey, what are you doing practicing alone?"
@zxhazana
jungwon: you up? @leejenxo423
james had been expecting ni-ki. that was the only reason he'd bothered showing up to enhypen's practice room in the first place. the leader was prepared to ask his friend to help him with a dance choreo, and instead, it seemed like he just missed his friend.
his bag hit the floor with a dull thud beside the door as he stepped inside, already glancing around for the younger idol. nothing but the noticeably one very specific person. for a second, james just stared before letting out a quiet sigh through his nose.
"seriously?" he dropped onto the floor near the mirrored wall, stretching one leg out in front of himself. "i swear every time i come looking for ni-ki, i end up finding you instead." it wasn't outright rude.
the problem was the way he said it. like he'd shown up to a restaurant craving one thing and gotten handed something else. james reached for his water bottle, twisting the cap loose. "where is he?" before jungwon could answer, he added, "actually, never mind." because his mind was already picturing the worst of him being with a certain someone. he took a drink of the water. "guess you're stuck with me"
@jung-won-nie
jungwon deep in the zone, so much so that he didnât register the door opening. the thud of the bag slightly got his attention between rounds of practicing the new comeback choreo, but what fully threw him off was the soft familiar voice that cut through the music like a freshly sharpened blade.
james
jungwon didnât know what about his junior seemed to always get under his skin, maybe he just hadnât gotten any action in a while, but something about the younger man held his attention.
and the worst part was james could tell.
he saw right through jungwon and it pissed him off to no end. so when james came in, slick comments rolling off the tongue like butter, he rolled his eyes coolly and didnât look his way. âyou claim to be looking for riki, but always find me. sounds like you arenât trying that hard to find the right person.â
still, despite his attempt to be cool and collected, he felt a warmth trickle down his spine when the younger man chose to stay. âSome people might get the wrong idea⊠think youâre looking for an excuse to see me.â
...and whose birthday is it? | @kaatarinabluuu x @jung-won-nie x @leejenxo423
After having sent his hyungs a text, Jeno grins and opens the door to his villa, letting in Karina first before Jungwon and bringing up the rear. "We should have some time to get a little crazy, have some fun, whatever your heart desires~."
Karina, rolling her eyes at the suggestive tone, makes her way to the couch and takes a seat. The woman had worn nothing overly fancy, not really having the chance to change earlier, the black bikini top and jeans mini shorts what she had arrived in, but by the looks she was getting â it didn't seem to matter.
"Might as well take a seat and play a game, right? Never know when the party could end~."
jungwon lets jeno open the door first and follows them in last, easing it shut behind him with a soft click that feels louder than it should. he watches karina head straight for the couch like she owns the place, and maybe she does for tonight. the outfit sheâd thrown on earlier should look casual, but on her it only makes everyone stare longer. jeno is already grinning too hard, too pleased with himself, which makes jungwon want to ruin that composure a little.
he doesnât sit right away. he takes his time slipping off his watch, setting it down on the table, dragging the moment out because both of them notice when he moves slowly. âa game?â he repeats, voice light as he finally steps closer. âdepends what kind.â
instead of taking the empty chair, he drops onto the arm of the couch beside karina, one leg angled in toward her while his shoulder nearly brushes jenoâs when he leans back. close enough to feel the heat from both sides. close enough to make it inconvenient.
âtruth or dare is boring,â jungwon says, glancing at jeno before letting his eyes drift back to karina. âtoo many easy outs.â he reaches for the tequila and pours three glasses, handing off one to each ofthe older idols before taking a sip. âwe should play something where the loser has to prove theyâre brave.â
jungwon felt oddly out of place. showing up at a seniors home wasnât exactly unusual for the leader. the novelty of the situation was the fact that he was showing up with coffee and pastries. in broad daylight.
itâs not like he didnât know how to have a normal platonic friendship. but the young star knew that his reputation proceeded him. of course, he wouldnât be a fool if she were interested in more, but that was far from his mind ever since he opened up to her.
jungwon: hi noona I think I have the right place
jungwon: thereâs a little red dog dish next to the door?
@rosieisroses
Phone buzzing amidst the sound of kimchi sizzling as it permeates the air with its nose-prickling signature aromaâêčìč볶ìë°„ (kimchi fried rice). Standing next to the stove, wooden spoon in hand with a dollop of chopped cilantro while Hank circles enthusiastically around her ankles like an impatient little cloud. A brief glance at the screen, thumb swiping quickly, typing to compose a response.
rosie: that would be us yes đ rosie: you actually made it!
Not a minute longer and with a few beeps, the door swings open. Warmth immediately spilling out, welcoming. â Oh wow, wait... is that ìêžëč” (salt bread)? â Brightness of voice gets interrupted with the ever mischievous Hank as he decides to answer with a low boof, bolting in a blur of brown and white squeezing past to inspect the new arrival plus the offerings to rival the TSA. â Come in before my son decides you're his new favorite... or not. â
the moment that jungwon smells the homecooked food, his shoulders relax. his shoes are off in an instant, and he offers the bag of pastries to her with a sheepish grin. "yeah... it was on the way and... i didn't really know what to bring." the leader is out of his element, to put it lightly, but he likes rosie and wants to make a good second impression. with everything going on back home and at work, he could really use a distraction in the form of a friend.
"hey there, buddy," jungwon leans down and offers his hand to hank to sniff. he likes dogs, but they don't always like him. but when hank's tongue greets his palm, he giggles a little. "what a handsome fella! good boy." he pets hank's head before following rosie further into the apartment. "i like your apartment, noona. it suits you."
@seoulessrp the bass still lingers in her chest even as the doors swing shut behind her, spilling her out into the cooler night air like an afterthought. hwasa exhales slow, dragging a hand through her hair as she steps off to the side, heels steady despite the drinks, despite the way the city spins just a little softer around the edges. thereâs a lazy confidence in the way she moves, like the night hasnât quite let go of her yetâand maybe she doesnât want it to. she pauses at the curb, gaze flicking over the street before catching on someone nearby, a faint, knowing smile tugging at her lips. âmm,â she hums, voice low and warm, âyou following me out?"
jungwon had tired of the club 20 minutes ago, but even in VIP the line was far too long to consider getting another drink, and thus his decision was made for him when he reached the bottom of his beer. phenomenal timing he came to find out when he discovered hyejin standing at the edge of the street. a faint chuckle curls his lips at her question. âwell,â he takes one step towards her but maintains a respectful distance. she wasnât a senior that he had interacted with much, but he always aired on the side of assuming that his reputation preceded him. âmy mother taught me to always follow my dreams.â
the bass hums low under jungwonâs skin, but it fades the second he spots her. sanaâpoised, untouchable in that way seniors get, like the room rearranges itself around her. he watches a beat longer than necessary, measuring, then pushes off the wall.
he takes his time getting there. respect, first. always. a small bow when heâs close, polite but not stiff. âsana noona,â he greets, voice smooth, a hint of a smile tugging at it. âdidnât expect to see you at a place like this.â his gaze lingers just a second too longâcurious, deliberate. âwhat are you drinking?â
@saaanaaabby
jungwon doesnât bother knocking. he slips inside like heâs expected, already mid-act.
ânoona?â he calls, casual, glancing around just enough to pretend that he was looking for winter. his eyes know exactly where to look next. his gaze lands, lingers⊠just a beat too long to be accidental.
he leans against the doorframe, easy. âah⊠wrong timing.â a small pause, like heâs deciding whether to leave. he doesnât.
âminjeong noona mustâve stepped out,â he adds, quieter now, eyes unwavering as the door shuts behind him. then, with a faint curve of his mouthâ âsorry to disturb you,â he says without reaching for the door handle.
@dreamersinseoul
jungwon: I ordered pizza and grabbed a pack of beers
jungwon: you can pick the game đ Iâll be home in 15
@jaaake
jungwon: Iâm so bored
jungwon: I need a new toy to play with
@wonyum
Wonyoung: already done with hwa?? Wonyoung: donât tell me you got attached, thatâd be embarrassing for you!
jungwon: you know I donât like sharing đ I dropped him the second his clingy little leader finally found the balls to make a moveïżŒ
jungwon: ew its like you donât even know me! hwa is pretty but i donât do attachment
jungwon: so? come to cheongdam with me and we can do a little shopping đ
jungwon felt oddly out of place. showing up at a seniors home wasnât exactly unusual for the leader. the novelty of the situation was the fact that he was showing up with coffee and pastries. in broad daylight.
itâs not like he didnât know how to have a normal platonic friendship. but the young star knew that his reputation proceeded him. of course, he wouldnât be a fool if she were interested in more, but that was far from his mind ever since he opened up to her.
jungwon: hi noona I think I have the right place
jungwon: thereâs a little red dog dish next to the door?
@rosieisroses
jungwon: Iâm so bored
jungwon: I need a new toy to play with
@wonyum
jungwon: how lucky for you that Iâm both
jungwon: should I bring anything?
karinađ€: surprise me karinađ€: if i hate it, you can leave karinađ€: if i like it, you can still leave after i'm done đ
jungwon: donât i always? ;)
jungwon: pretty and funny. no wonder we get along so well.
jungwon: you always say that and yet you have yet to kick me out.
@seoulessrp
karinađ€: i'm bored. someone (preferably hot) fix it for me (5 minutes later) karinađ€: fine. someone funny will do then karinađ€: i'll lower my standards for now đ
jungwon: how lucky for you that Iâm both
jungwon: should I bring anything?
jungwonâs breath caught when the counter pressed into his lower back, a dull reminder that hyunjin had closed every possible escape. the nearness, the deliberate cage of his arms, it sent a wave of heat up jungwonâs spine that he hated himself for welcoming. his chest rose shallow against hyunjinâs, every inhale betraying the weakness he swore heâd buried.
the hand on his jaw was worse. steady, unyielding, tipping his face up like hyunjin was inspecting him, like he was a test barely worth passing. every cell in his body was fighting the urge to lean into that touch, to maintain whatever illusion of dignity he might still have. the words dripped down into him, heavy and sly, and for a second jungwon couldnât tell if it was pride or humiliation that burned hotter. if I notice, then what? his throat bobbed, dry, the question cutting sharp because hyunjin already knew the answer. he knew exactly how much the leader wanted his approval.
he tried to steady himself, to keep his expression carved into something hard, but his body betrayed him in small, cruel ways: the twitch of his fingers against the counter, the slight lean forward before he could stop it, the warmth pooling in his chest like heâd been starved and hyunjin was offering crumbs.
when the teasing curve of Hyunjinâs mouth landed, paired with that quiet demandâyou want me to congratulate you?âJungwon felt the floor vanish beneath him. Shame tightened in his ribs, but beneath it, the old ache throbbed raw: how much he still wanted Hyunjin to see him. not just see, but want him.
his voice cracked on the edge of restraint, barely above a whisper. âmaybe I just⊠want you to stop looking at me like Iâm still the same kid.â
the second the words left him, jungwon wanted to claw them back. his stomach twisted, heat flaring in his neck like heâd been caught begging without meaning to. the counter bit into his back, solid and cold, grounding him against the shame rising fast in his chest. he didnât dare break eye contactâif he looked away now, heâd be proving hyunjin right about everything.
and yetâburied under the humiliation, there was something else. a flicker of relief, shamefully sweet. he had said it. he had given away the thing he swore heâd keep hidden. maybe hyunjin would cut him down for it, twist it until it stung worse than silence, but for one fragile heartbeat, jungwon felt lighter.
maybe I just⊠want you to stop looking at me like Iâm still the same kid.
Hyunjinâs smirk deepened the moment the words landed, unguarded, too honest to be anything but true. For a split second, his grip on his jaw eased, not from mercy, but from interest, like a scientist discovering his subject had bled where he hadnât cut. âAh,â he drawled, tilting his head as if Jungwon had just solved a riddle he hadnât asked him to solve. âSo thatâs it. Thatâs the thing chewing you up.â His eyes flicked over his face, not hurried, not tender, just leisurely. The corners of his mouth twitched as though he were fighting the urge to grin wider. âIs that why people keep whispering?â His voice dropped, almost casual, but the venom glinted sharp beneath. âWhy everyone says youâve been spending your nights with older men⊠older women?â He hummed low, mock-thoughtful, like he was tasting the words as he rolled them across his tongue. âHmm. Because you donât want to be the kid anymore?â
The click of his tongue against his teeth was a metronome to the silence that followed, a small rhythm that filled the tight air. His brown eyes never left his, not even for a heartbeat, studying him with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to dig deeper, how to pry open a lock without breaking it. âBut you know what this looks like to me?â He leaned in, slow, until the words pressed right at Jungwonâs ear. There was no real malice in him for Jungwon, no score to settle. He just didnât like the way the boy tried so hard, like every act or word was a performance meant for his approval. That effort begged to be punctured, and Hyunjin, restless, couldnât resist holding the needle. âYou sound younger now than you ever did back then,â he murmured, eyes alight with the thrill of the blade heâd just slipped under his skin.
the blade slipped under clean, precise, and jungwon felt it open something raw in his chest before he could brace. he hated that he still cared, hated that one sentence could drag him straight back to being nineteen and desperate to prove he was more than a kid trailing in the shadow of someone brighter, sharper, older. his fingers twitched against the counter, like he might shove hyunjin away, create space, but the thought evaporated the second it sparked. because even through the sting, through the humiliation flooding hot into his throat, the nearness of him pulled tighter. the warmth at his ear, the weight of his presence pressing close⊠his body betrayed him, tilting the smallest degree forward instead of away.
jungwonâs lips parted, then closed. useless. his throat worked around the silence, tight and stubborn, until finally something scraped loose. âfunny,â he managed, but the word thinned under the weight pressing down on him. his mouth shaped a smirk that didnât quite reach his eyes, a poor imitation of hyunjinâs own armor. âif i sound younger now, maybe itâs just âcause youâre getting old.â it shouldâve landed sharp, but his voice cracked faintly at the edge, betraying him. the retort hovered between them, flimsy, already collapsing under hyunjinâs stare. he could feel the heat crawling up his neck, the way his chest betrayed every uneven breath. he wanted it to sound like a victory, like heâd thrown something back hard enough to bruise, but all it did was expose the tremor heâd been fighting to hide.
the bathroom light buzzes faintly, the kind of noise that settles into the back of his skull until it feels like a second pulse. jungwon sits on the closed lid of the toilet, elbows braced against his knees, hands covering his face. he can still feel hyunjinâs smirk branded into him, the curl of it like a blade dragging across his ribs. it wasnât supposed to matter, not like this. heâs supposed to be better, unshaken, untouchable. but the words replay, over and over, until the weight in his throat swells too thick to swallow down. he breathes shallow, quick. tries to force his eyes dry, because crying means weakness, means admitting something cut deep enough to reach him. but itâs already breaking. hot tears slip out before he can catch them, running faster when he squeezes his face harder into his palms, as if he could hide from himself.
âfuck,â he whispers into the hollow of his hands, voice cracked, shaking. his shoulders fold in, trembling, every breath a choke. he thinks about the way he keeps letting his ex in, like maybe this time it wonât hurt, and how stupid that is. how every time he swears itâll be different this time and how it never is. he presses his forehead to his knees, lets it come. lets it wreck him, the ache, the anger, the sharp sting of humiliation that burns worse than anything else. he doesnât know how long he stays there, tears soaking through the fabric of his pants, chest heaving like heâs run miles. itâs only when he hears the creak of the door that his breath snags. he jerks his head up, eyes wide, tear-streaked, throat raw. the door hadnât been locked after all.
@rosieallday
Hyunjin felt the faint tug at his sleeve, soft as static, and he registered it instantly, not insignificant, not innocent. It wasnât the touch itself that mattered, it was the effort behind it, the cost Jungwon had paid just to make it. He watched the hesitation linger in those fingers, the small betrayal of self-control, and a slow, playful calculation unfurled behind his eyes.He tilted his head, brown eyes sharpening, drinking in every line and shadow of his face. âWhy do you want me to think youâve changed so badly?â he asked, voice low, smooth, threaded with curiosity. The words werenât meant to wound, they were an invitation, probing at some hidden need for validation that Hyunjin couldnât yet read. Why did Jungwon want him to notice? He had no idea.
He stepped closer, fluid, confident, until he closed the space entirely. He pressed Jungwon gently but firmly against the counter, both hands landing on either side of him, caging him in with his body. The heat of his chest brushed against Jungwonâs, a subtle claim, a quiet assertion of control. âYou want me to notice?â he whispered, letting his voice dip low, letting the words slide across the small space between them. âTo tell you that maybe, yeah⊠youâve grown. That maybe I see it.â His fingers rose to cradle Jungwonâs jaw, tilting the head just so, compelling a gaze that Hyunjin could sink into. He studied every micro-movement, every little freckle, cataloging it all like a secret he was the only one meant to hold. âAnd if I notice,â he murmured, voice teasing, âthen what?â He leaned ever so slightly closer, letting the warmth between them thrum, letting the faint scent of Jungwon, musky, almost electric, fill his senses. His lips twitched into a slow, sly curve, amused and a little hungry, but he didnât push past the tension. He held it, stretched it, made the air between them thick with unspoken promises.âHmm?â he hummed, voice lower, richer this time. âYou want me to congratulate you?â The question was wrapped in that quiet dominance he wielded so easily, leaving space for the answer without ever letting him forget who was holding the leash.
jungwonâs breath caught when the counter pressed into his lower back, a dull reminder that hyunjin had closed every possible escape. the nearness, the deliberate cage of his arms, it sent a wave of heat up jungwonâs spine that he hated himself for welcoming. his chest rose shallow against hyunjinâs, every inhale betraying the weakness he swore heâd buried.
the hand on his jaw was worse. steady, unyielding, tipping his face up like hyunjin was inspecting him, like he was a test barely worth passing. every cell in his body was fighting the urge to lean into that touch, to maintain whatever illusion of dignity he might still have. the words dripped down into him, heavy and sly, and for a second jungwon couldnât tell if it was pride or humiliation that burned hotter. if I notice, then what? his throat bobbed, dry, the question cutting sharp because hyunjin already knew the answer. he knew exactly how much the leader wanted his approval.
he tried to steady himself, to keep his expression carved into something hard, but his body betrayed him in small, cruel ways: the twitch of his fingers against the counter, the slight lean forward before he could stop it, the warmth pooling in his chest like heâd been starved and hyunjin was offering crumbs.
when the teasing curve of Hyunjinâs mouth landed, paired with that quiet demandâyou want me to congratulate you?âJungwon felt the floor vanish beneath him. Shame tightened in his ribs, but beneath it, the old ache throbbed raw: how much he still wanted Hyunjin to see him. not just see, but want him.
his voice cracked on the edge of restraint, barely above a whisper. âmaybe I just⊠want you to stop looking at me like Iâm still the same kid.â
the second the words left him, jungwon wanted to claw them back. his stomach twisted, heat flaring in his neck like heâd been caught begging without meaning to. the counter bit into his back, solid and cold, grounding him against the shame rising fast in his chest. he didnât dare break eye contactâif he looked away now, heâd be proving hyunjin right about everything.
and yetâburied under the humiliation, there was something else. a flicker of relief, shamefully sweet. he had said it. he had given away the thing he swore heâd keep hidden. maybe hyunjin would cut him down for it, twist it until it stung worse than silence, but for one fragile heartbeat, jungwon felt lighter.
