|| You can call me Kay || she/her || too old to be this delusional ||
Started this in an effort to get back into writing and to avoid my actual responsibilities so I would appreciate your help in adding to the distraction :)
Neither of you actually remember your proper first meeting. If you asked either of you the other was just suddenly... there.
Everyday, every minute, every important moment.
But really there was a day you both met. It was in middle school and so insignificant its no wonder neither of you remembered.
You had just sat down on a bench for lunch, your friends running to the line while you saved the spot. You swung your feet, enjoying to sunlight on such a cold day. You let out a breath, watching it fog and move away from you.
You thought it was a weirdly nice day for what the forecast said it would be, thinking it would be bitter and gloomy but the sun was still out— a bright contrast to the chilled weather. You hummed, turning to try and spot where in line your friends were.
You weren't expecting to meet the gaze of a boy a year older.
Park Seonghwa.
You knew him from a club your friend shared with him last year. He was quiet from what you remember, a curtain of hair blocking half his face. You didn't know why he would want to block his face, considering that even with just half of it showing he still had a flock of girls that followed him around. You would be lying if you said you didn't find him handsome too.
If you remembered right though you saw him once, and he didn't see you before you had left the room.
But right now he was watching you intently from his spot across the courtyard from you. His friends were joking about something, their loud laughter reaching you, but he didn't react to whatever they were saying.
You tilted your head at him, not really knowing why you were keeping up with this staring contest but holding his stare none the less.
You saw the corner of his mouth lift into a small half smile, his head copying your tilt. You could feel yourself smiling when something cold was pressed against your cheek.
You yelped, turning to see your friends laughing as one held the cold carton to your face. You laughed, grabbing the drink and smacking their arm. As they sat down you looked back to where Seonghwa was, but he was gone. His friends were all calling for him as the door behind them closed.
You watched for another moment as they all groaned and went back to their conversation. You didn't think you were the type to meddle but before you could talk yourself out of it you were on your feet.
"I'm gunna run to the bathroom," you told your friends, all of them waving for you to go before you jogged to the door.
The chatter from outside died as the door closed, only the sound of a few shuffling feet from somewhere upstairs staying. You looked around, trying to see if you could spot him. You stepped out of the stair well into the hallway, looking both ways a little confused. He couldn't have gone far right?
Seonghwa couldn't deny there was an interest somewhere in him about you.
You had caught his eye more times than he could count. For some reason you were everywhere he was. It got to the point he knew your name without even talking to you.
He was confused as to why you were there so often, considering you were in a whole different year than him. Today was more just the straw that finally broke the camel's back.
He saw you again, on that bench across the courtyard. You were watching something in front of you, swinging your legs with a carefree smile on your face.
You looked so... peaceful.
He almost didn't realize your eyes had found his.
You didn't look uncomfortable, more like you were trying to remember something as you tilted your head at him. He didn't know he smiled and copied you until his friend called him out.
"Dude what are you doi-" he followed his stare to find you, half a second later you jumping as your friend came up behind you. "Oho, mister cold and aloof finally has a crush?" he laughed, hitting Seonghwa's shoulder.
He rolled his eyes, pushing him off.
"Hey but isn't she a year younger? Wow none of the girl in our year good en- hey! where are you going?!" they all looked to where Seonghwa was now standing and walking away. He listened to them whine as the door shut behind him.
He slipped behind the staircase, letting out a sigh and letting the quite sink in around him. He was about step out, maybe go back outside and make some joke to get them off his back when he hear the door softly click open and close again.
Foot steps got closer before passed him and he finally saw you. You stepped into the hall, looking back and forth before sighing. He smiled, looking up for a moment and trying to bite it back before stepping up behind you.
"Do you always follow people after staring at them?" a voice came out from behind you. You jumped, literally jumping up and back a bit as you turned to see him.
He was taller than you thought now that he was right next to you. He tilted his head at you with an amused look on his face. You cleared your throat, backing away to try and get some distance from him. He let you, finding it a little entertaining how surprised you were.
"I wasn't following you," you looked at him and quickly looked away, arms crossing like you could add another barrier between you and him. He arched a brow at you. "I was just going to the bathroom," you looked around again, as if it was your first time here and you were lost.
He couldn't hold his laugh this time, the sound drawing you back to his face. You could feel yourself getting embarrassingly red.
"Park Seonghwa, glad to meet you," he gave you a bow as he still laughed, he words getting caught as he tried to compose himself. You huffed, returning the bow.
"I know who you are," you muttered, "L/n Y/n," you returned. He smiled.
"That makes two of us," you looked back up at him, tilting your head again. He was beginning to think that was a habit of yours. "I see you around a lot for someone that's supposed to be in a different year."
You let out a breathy laugh, straightening and starting back to the door.
"Well it's nice to finally meet you," you turned, backing out the door and smiling. "Now you can say hi next time you see me."
He smiled as you spun and walked outside back to your spot.
He thought introducing himself to you might qualm his interest but now... he was thinking it was only going to grow when that next time came.
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"I will never understand how you put up with them," you shook your head, watching the group in front of you. Seonghwa laughed as Hongjoong and him fell into pace with you.
Maybe it was because they were trainees, but you didn't understand how they had so much energy.
When Seonghwa had told you he was going to a couple try outs you never thought it would land you here, babysitting a bunch of boys as they got out of a meeting.
They were all jumping on one another basically, basic rough housing as you all walked to the convivence store. It was pleasant to watch in a way, after so long of them being gone.
They had all just gotten back from a US training; you hadn't seen the fruits of the trip yet but from the sound of it you knew they had worked hard and were excited. Hongjoong let out a sigh next to you.
"I don't know how either," he smiled as he spoke, "Ice cream really is the best motivator for arguments," he laughed, picking his pace up and moving in between Wooyoung and San as they bickered over whether strawberry or chocolate was better.
Seonghwa clasped his hands behind him, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
"I can feel you wanting to ask something," you dead panned. It was quiet for a second before both of you laughed.
"It's scary when you do that," he sighed. You rolled your eyes, smile still on your lips.
"What read your mind? What can I say, I'm good at my job," you turned to him, putting your fingers to your cheeks and giving him a sarcastic smile. He made a face at you, taking a heavy breath as he look back to the boys.
He had had an exhausting couple of weeks, he was honestly worried he wasn't going to be able to keep up with it all. Half way through the trip he was homesick and wanted to give up, just take a break and go home, something.
But whenever he was laying up awake his phone would light up with your name and some stupid text about your day. He would smile, reading the message about how the store clerk gave you a free popsicle or how you got an A on your history paper.
He missed you. You and him had been side by side for so many years at this point that he felt off without you there.
Hongjoong had laughed at him when he caught him texting you the moment they landed back home.
"You know she's probably asleep," he commented, bumping his shoulder as they sat in the car. Seonghwa mumbled an acknowledgement before hitting send.
He waited a couple seconds before those three little dots came up. He smiled and showed his phone to his friend for a moment.
"Our friendship goes beyond sleeping hours," he said smugly. Yunho rolled his eyes from his spot behind him, leaning onto the seats.
"I think thats a little more than a friendship," he commented, poking his head out on the other side of Hongjoong. Yeosang leaned over from his spot to look at his senior, nodding. The other four laughed from their seats when Seonghwa did your signature head tilt.
"What are you talking about?" Hongjoong sighed and shook his head, patting Seonghwa's shoulder.
"You'll get it later."
That conversation was still playing in his head as you two walked together now.
"You know Y/n," he started, feeling you drop your hands as your smile turned genuine. You followed his stare, watching the boys as you waited for him to continue. "I'm really glad were friends," he smiled.
You laughed, bumping his arm.
"You big sap," you laughed.
Yeosang glanced back at the two of you, finally escaping Wooyoung's grip.
"They're painful to watch," he shook his head. Wooyoung looked back too, finally giving up on holding onto him and arguing with San.
"You got that right," he laughed. Hongjoong put a hand on both their heads and turned them forward.
"They'll figure it out eventually, leave them alone," he moved to smack San's hand way from grabbing Mingi's jacket. "Can we please go get food without you all being idiots, those two are enough to deal with."
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It was a normal day when the realization came to you.
It didn't hit you hard or make you panic. It was a calm wave over you like you always knew it was there.
You were lounging on Seonghwa's dorm couch as he built a lego set on the coffee table. Mingi and San were both at Yunho and Yeosangs dorm, leaving you two alone in the living room.
This was normal for you two, you both enjoying each others presence in between his busy schedule and your college courses.
You tapped away at your computer, squinting at the screen as Seonghwa's playlist played quietly in the background. You glanced over to where he sat, flipping through the instruction book and sighing. He went back a couple pages and rifled through a pile of blocks before smiling, picking one up and clicking it into place.
You felt your chest warm at the sight of his smile.
You paused, looking away from him and furrowing you brows as you registered the feeling.
He started to hum along with the song quietly, smile still on his lips as he continued to click everything together. When you looked back to him he was looking at you, smile bigger than before.
"I'm done," his voice was soft in the quiet room. You couldn't help but smile back.
"What was it this time?" You pushed your laptop to the side and leaned forward, looking over the edge of the table at what he was holding. He held out his project.
They were a flower set, pretty purple and pink flowers in their own little pot. You smiled at them.
"They're pretty Hwa," you moved to pick them from his hands, turning it around to look at it all.
"You can keep them," you paused again, look at him. His smile had gone from excited and big to small and soft. Something genuine behind his eyes. "I got it cause it reminded me of you anyways."
That warmth spread from your chest, seemingly flowing through you like the very air you breathed. He patted your knee before sitting back down and pulling another box to him.
You took a second, looking at the gift. That was really all it took, a pot of plastic flowers. You smiled, more to yourself than to him. You glanced up at him as he opened the new box, that warmth now being accompanied by other feeling.
You had always wondered how the loser in a drama felt, how they dealt with unrequited feelings when they felt so strongly.
So this was how it felt to love someone that didn't love you the same way.
You looked back down, thumb running over the bottom of the flowers. You could feel your smile turning sad.
Figuring it out was like a calm wave washing over you, like it was always there, simply because it was. You just couldn't get yourself above water again after.
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Seonghwa had noticed the shift in your relationship. It was almost normal, most days the two of you bouncing off each other with your usual chemistry. But those off days...
He would come back into the room sometimes and you would have this distant look in your eyes, or when he would take you to dinner and catch you looking at him like he wasn't really there.
You always snapped yourself out of it when he caught you, looking away or putting on a smile that would've fooled anyone.
But not him.
The look never reached your eyes, that distant look lingering for the rest of the day.
He didn't ask at first, wanting to give you your time to come to him yourself. But as time passed you never spoke up about whatever was on your mind and that sad look stayed.
He finally snapped when you both were out to dinner one night. You both had just finished, stepping out of the restaurant only to get hit with a light sprinkle of rain.
"Oh?" you put a hand up, letting the droplets hit your palm for a moment as you looked up.
"We better walk you home fast before this picks up," he smiled to you, putting a hand on your lower back and pushing you forward with him. You smiled back but it didn't reach your eyes again.
He let it be for half your walk, finally stopping midway through a park. You kept walking for a moment before feeling your side get cold. You turned to him staring at you, worry etched into his face.
"Hwa what--"
"What aren't you telling me..." he said it so quiet you almost didn't hear him. You tilted your head at him, the habit that normal gave him a sense of comfort not doing anything to sooth his concern.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" you were genuinely confused. You had been doing your best to act normal around him for months since that night.
He sighed, walking up to you and shoving his hands in his pockets. The rain was falling heavier now, you could feel the water slowly soaking into the shoulders of your jacket and hair. You looked up at him with the look he had grown used to in the past few months.
It flooded him with a feeling he doesn't think he had ever felt towards you.
Anger.
"Does hanging out with me make you sad?" his voice took on a hard edge and you straightened, the sound almost shocking. You looked at him, mouth opening to say something but nothing coming out. "That has to be it right? Why else do you keep looking at me like that?"
Looking at him like that? Like what? You thought you were doing so good about hiding it.
You looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide as they reflected the light from nearby streetlamps and rain. He drug a hand through his hair and laughed, a sharp and harsh sound leaving him. He didn't know if the sounds he heard were the rain pouring around you both or his own heartbeat rushing through his ears.
This only mattered so much because you were his longest friend. This only mattered this much because he cared about you as a friend. This only mattered so much because...
Was this not normal to care this much for someone he only considered a friend?
"Seonghwa I--" your words seemed to fail as you looked at him, your heart ready to burst out of your chest with how hard it was pounding. For the first time probably ever, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. "I don't know what you want me to say."
Unlike yours, his realization was like someone taking a bat to him as he looked at you.
Your hair was completely soaked through by the rain. How the light reflected off the water to make something of a halo behind you. The way that time almost seemed to slow with the look you were giving him.
And... how all of it was making his head spin in ways he didn't recognize before.
He didn't like how you were looking at him like you were nervous. He missed your smile, he wished you would laugh at him like you normally would in this situation. How you would yell at him for making you wait on him in the rain.
You watched as the anger in his face melted into something else.
"Why does that look make my chest hurt," it wasn't a question you were supposed to answer. "Why didn't I notice how this felt earlier."
He took a step closer to you, the rain now falling so heavy that you couldn't make out the park around you clearly. His hands moved up, sliding over your jaw and cupping your cheeks.
His eyes held a look of desperation, like he was finally seeing something he'd been missing.
"How have I not been seeing you this whole time," he laughed again, this one being more breathy than sharp like before. Your hands met his wrists.
"Stop," you whispered.
"What?" he felt panic flooding his veins. Stop? Was he wrong in reading that you felt the same way? You looked away, trying to push his hands away.
"Please stop," you said a little louder. He didn't let you push him away.
"Y/n please," his voice was thick with an emotion you couldn't pinpoint.
"You don't mean it," you yelled, backing up out of his reach. You pushed your hair back, water dripping down your cheeks. "You're just saying what you think I want to hear. You don't mean it," you're voice cracked, your breath coming out hard. "You... you can't mean it."
"Y/n..." he stepped closer but you turned away, starting to walk away.
He ran, grabbing your wrist and turning you to him.
It all happened so fast. One moment you were trying to run away from whatever was happening right now, hoping none of this would ruin the friendship you two had.
And the next his lips were crashing onto yours.
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"How does my hair look," Seonghwa spun around, hands fidgeting between dusting off his shirt and adjusting his watch. San and Mingi sat on the couch like judges, both tilting their heads up in sink and looking down their nose at him.
Mingi squinted at him.
"I think your left bang is 2 millimeters to far left," his voice dripped sarcasm. San hummed in agreement.
"Ahh yes," San nodded. "And your top botton, its rotated to far right."
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow from the chair by the mirror and throwing it at them. Mingi barked out a laugh, grabbing it and hugging it.
"Seriously, why do I even ask you two," he muttered, turning back to the mirror. San sighed, standing and going up to him. He turned him around and messed with his hair a bit.
"You look stiff," he said, making his hair fall over his forehead from how it was pushed back. "And god why do you have this buttoned so high, you look like a weirdo," he laughed, taking out a couple buttons.
"Roll your sleeves up, she'll like that too!" Mingi called from the couch. San nodded enthusiastically, grabbing at his sleeve. Seonghwa pulled his arm away.
"I can roll them myself," he pushed his hands off and rolled them up, looking in the mirror anxiously. "You really think she'll like it more?" he asked quietly. Mingi let out a sigh, moving to stand next to San and lean onto Seonghwa's shoulder.
"I think you could wear that blow up dinosaur costume from last years Halloween and she would still like it," he patted his back. "I'm just glad you two finally opened your damn eyes," he laughed.
Seonghwa glared at him through the mirror, rolling him off his shoulder and tucking his sleeves in.
"Took you both long enough," San agreed. Seonghwa moved between them, going to the kitchen counter where his keys were sitting. He took a breath and headed to the door.
"Hey wait!" Mingi hopped away from the mirror, grabbing the bundle of flowers Seonghwa had come home with earlier that day. He had laughed at his dormmate when he came in, arms full with four or five different bouquets and rolled paper, panicked look on his face as he rushed into the kitchen and took each one apart.
Now he was laughing as he went to him with the fruit of his panic.
"Spent 2 hours on this it would suck to forget it," Seonghwa sighed, grabbing the flowers and nodding at him.
"Goodluck!" both of them yelled after him as he shut the door.
Seonghwa felt like he was gunna throw up. He didn't even know why he was so nervous, he knew you felt the same. He knew you would say yes. He knew San was right and it didn't matter what he looked like or did you would be happy.
He took a breath as he hopped in his car, setting the flowers down as gently as he could in his front seat. The drive over to your place had felt longer than he remembered, every red light feeling like an eternity.
You weren't doing much better, pacing around you living room enough to walk a rut into your floor. Your hands were constantly fidgeting, fixing your hair, running down you dress.
It wasn't even some fancy date. Seonghwa had texted you two days ago asking if you were free. You two hadn't seen each other since that dinner and you had been waiting on his text.
He told you just lunch, dress nice and he would pick you up at 12. You looked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth millionth time, blowing out a heavy breath and walking another circle.
You could almost laugh at yourself; this was a man you've known since he was still drawing black liner around his eyes and hiding his face. He was someone that you knew everything about, there was no reason to be this nervous.
But...
You played back that dinner in you head, the memory of his lips on yours sending your head spinning.
Maybe there was a reason to be nervous.
A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat, taking a steadying breath. You grabbed your purse, going to the door and holding the handle for a second before opening the door.
Seonghwa was so worried about what you would think of him he didn't even think about how he would handle himself around you.
You shouldered your bag as you opened the door, flipping your hair over your shoulder and looking up at him with a smile. The sundress you bought a couple months ago, butterfly clips, the necklace he got you a couple years ago.
He couldn't remember how to breath, your perfume floating out of your apartment and enveloping him.
You glanced down at the flowers he was holding. He swallowed hard, taking a breath and holding them out with a shy smile.
"Hi Beautiful," you smiled at his words, taking the flowers with a look in your eyes that spoke volumes. Seonghwa felt his shoulders relax a bit at it.
You looked back at him slowly, feeling how your heartbeat picked up at how he was looking at you. You smiled, pursing your lips a bit as you tried to hold it back.
"Come on," he whispered, hand moving to yours. "I have a whole plan for the day," he smiled. You quirked your brow at him.
"You said lunch?" you looked him up and down, teasing fake suspicion. He laughed, pulling you out the door and shutting it behind you. He took your keys out of your hand and locked the door.
"Lunch yes," he dropped your keys in his pocket and pulled you down the hall. "And lunch adjacent."
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There we days that Seonghwa thought you were just a dream. Like this was something he would wake up from one morning and not know what to do with himself after.
But every morning he would open his eyes to you, your bedhead beautifully wrapping around your face and falling over his chest. He would smile and brush it back, watching as you rubbed yourself into him more. You would whine as you were about to wake up, face scrunching at the sunlight that always came through his window the same way. He offered to get different curtains but you always said no, liking that it woke you up in the morning.
You never thought you would get used to how he looked at you. You didn't know he could even look like that, let alone direct it at you. He would brush his hand softly down your cheek, letting it glide along your jaw before resting right on your nape. He would put a little pressure to get you to look up at him.
Every time his stare would send your heart into overdrive. His eyes shined, a glassy soft look over taking his features before he slowly leaned in to kiss you.
The other members thought you two were disgustingly cute.
They had always waited for the day you two would finally open your eyes, but now they didn't know if it was more frustrating seeing you ignore the feelings or embrace them.
He would come into practice with a dazed look, lazy smile on his face as he set his stuff down. You would come bouncing down the hall, hair swishing over your shoulder and lip gloss in your hands. The color would always be just a touch to similar to the one on Seonghwa's lips.
You would smile so brightly that none of them would call you two out. None of them had the heart to tell you both you were obvious.
Of course, you can't always hide obviousness when you leave the practice room. You two were gunna get caught sooner or later.
He was leaving your apartment early in the morning, heading to work after a... long night with you. He knew he looked tousled; he was working off only a couple hours of sleep and wasn't planning on spending the night in the first place. The only thing he had that was clean at your place was an old sweater and some jeans. He couldn't even find a mask.
The photos that got released went viral almost immediately, everyone commenting on the glow to his skin even with the rough look he had to his eyes and hair. Plus, that sweater... you should've pushed a sweatshirt harder. With the way it was hanging loosely off his shoulders it just made the picture look worse.
You had laughed when you saw them, reading the split comments between angry fans and supportive fans. They didn't even have a confirmed backstory to the pictures, but they really didn't need one, their idol was getting laid for sure.
You bit back a smile from your spot on Hongjoong's couch, the leader calling everyone over that night the minute he saw those pictures. You were the only one there yet, him and you sitting next to each other in silence.
You couldn't stop the snort of a laugh.
Hongjoong glared at you, not even hiding his own smile.
"This is not funny," you could hear the amusement in his voice. You leaned back into the cushions, covering your mouth to try and stop laughing.
"You're right," your voice cracked as the door opened and the rest of the boys filtered in, Seonghwa bringing up the rear and shutting the door.
All 7 of them looked over to you two sitting there, barely holding your laughter together as the pictures laid out bright on your screen. They looked at the pictures, back to you, then all the Seonghwa.
He still had that stupid ass sweater on.
You couldn't take it anymore.
You burst out laughing and Hongjoong smacked your shoulder, not being able to hold his laughter either.
"You two are the worst," Seonghwa covered his face, running his hands down and groaning. It didn't take long for the rest of them to join into the laughter.
"I told you to not wear that sweater," you giggled, now settling into his side as they all circled the coffee table. "It made it look so much worse."
"It really does," San winced as he zoomed in. "Jesus christ Y/n you need to chill," he reeled back. You looked over and saw what he was refering to. Just under the collar of the sweater you could see his chest was covered in red and purple.
You gave a cheeky smile at them as they all groaned at you.
"You tell me you wouldn't do the same if you had someone that looked like this?"
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Seonghwa thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. A common theme to his life now it seemed.
You glanced over at him from your seat, book placed neatly in your lap as you waited for room service to get there.
You were tagging along on a trip with them all, now happily sitting in the oversized armchair in the hotel room as the busy day came to an end.
It was nice, Seonghwa had taken you out to brunch alone before meeting up with the rest of the boys to go bowling. It was an easy day and you were happy to end it with your boyfriend in the really nice room.
But he looked like he was ready to throw up.
"Sweetheart..." you closed your book, leaning over and putting your hand on his. "You look sick."
He looked to you then your hands. You had on all your jewelry from the day still, rings littered around your fingers and bracelets slightly tangled.
He took a breath, looking back to you and smiling.
"Come here," he pulled you from your seat, book slowly falling to the floor with your blanket. You smiled as he guided you to his lap, drawing you closer and lifting your hands up. He started untangling the jewelry, ignoring the confused look you were giving him. "Did you have a good time today?" he asked quietly, the sounds of the city outside humming behind him.
"Mmm," you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as he started unhooking bracelets.
"Isn't this the one Mingi got you last year?" he asked as he slipped the last bracelet off. You glanced back at him, his complexion still pale and expression still tight.
"Seonghwa what's wrong," you laughed a bit as you said it, trying not to sound to worried. He let out a sigh, now taking off your rings.
"I love you," his tone was how it always was; calm, sweet, full of affection. But there was something more underneath. "I feel like ever since the day I met you, all you've done is make me happy in ways I didn't know I could be."
You laughed a little, hiding in the crook of his neck. You always got embarrassed when he got sappy like this.
"What is this about?" his hand was running up and down your spine now, jewelry forgotten on the table.
"I just can't see my life without you in any way. You're everything, you know that right?" you didn't even need to respond to that for him to know you knew. He told you something along those lines almost weekly.
You tucked up closer to him, smiling onto his skin. The feeling still sent chills through him.
"Wanna know something?" you could hear an undertone of annoyance in his voice. "We weren't supposed to go bowling with the guys today, I wanted to take you to that park you were taking about last week. There was a fountain showing going on today I knew you would like, plus a market going on a block down," he sighed resigning, leaning his head on yours.
You shifted to look up at him, pulling away just a little as his hands stilled on you.
"But you seemed so excited about bowling and seeing everyone I couldn't bring myself to bring up other plans," he sighed with a bit of a laugh. "I was going to do this earlier, but then plans changed. I was thinking about waiting until another date, maybe when I could get you alone somewhere romantic and that I knew you would have a good memory from. But..."
He pushed you away a bit, leaning down over the side of the chair and to grab something. You tilted your head as you watched him. He took a breath and straightened.
"I don't think I can wait any longer," he lifted a little velvet box, hands shaking a little. You gasped, mouth opening but no sound coming out.
"Oh my god..."
"Y/n," he gave you that shaky smile he always had when he was nervous.
"Yes," your answer came out rushed, not even waiting for his question. He laughed, the box popping open and showing the ring you remembered telling him about forever ago.
"You have to wait for me to ask the question you know," his smile steadied as he looked at you. You glanced between the ring and him, tears brimming in your eyes.
"Then hurry up and ask, it's a yes no matter what," you laughed, watching as he took the ring out and slid it on you. "Is this why you kept glancing at my hands today?"
"What else was I supposed to do when you insisted on wearing every ring ever made today of all days, you had no room for this," he shook his head and lifted your hand, pressing his lips over the ring.
"I would've thrown whatever I was wearing out of the way," you nodded, right hand cupping his cheek. You ran your thumb over his cheek, him leaning into your touch.
"I got you the other ring too, I'd rather you keep all the rings I give you," he laughed.
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Pale blue flowers and white silk filled the room, soft music playing in the background as people talked around the reception hall. In the center of it all was the glowing couple.
It felt like a movie, your dance slowing and the guests around you separating and chatting around the floor. You stayed against Seonghwa's chest, dusting the front of his suit a bit as your hands drifted from his shoulders to his tie.
He interrupted your fussing, arms wrapping at your waist and lifting you up. He spun you around, the train to your dress fluttering around you both.
You remember laughing, his lips pressing to your cheek as he set you down.
The night got hazy as it went on, dances and speeches blurring together.
And now you could hear water.
You let out a heavy sigh as you woke up, an ache settling over your body when you pushed up on your arms a bit.
It was sunny, the light filtering in through the open door in your room. You looked out of it, feeling the breeze that traveled in and taking in the view.
A little private pool sat just outside it, surrounded by greenery and a sky dusted with clouds. You smiled at it all, eyes barely opening before fluttering shut again.
Sunlight shined warm on your face as you stretched out, the feeling of empty sheets next to you not registering for a moment.
You opened your eyes again to see the empty spot next to you, slight confusion filling your drowsy mind.
Seonghwa had been attached to your hip for three days straight. Sometimes following you around the suite, hanging over your shoulder to kiss your cheek or talk you into getting room service. Sometimes staying glued in between your legs no matter you much your voice or legs gave out.
You don't think you had woken up on your own since going on your honeymoon till now.
You looked back to the open doors, finally finding him outside.
He stepped out of the pool, shaking out his hair and grabbing a towel. He gave himself a quick dry, humming something before looking up and catching you staring.
You tilted your head, falling into your pillow and looking away.
Seonghwa smiled, moving next to your side of the bed and leaning over you. You felt his lips peck their way down your spine, stopping at the small of your back where the blanket stopped.
You laughed, squirming a little as his hands latched onto your sides.
"Your hands are cold," you whined, turning and trying to wriggle out of his hold. He only laughed at you.
"So warm them up for me," he let you turn onto your back, leaning over you more and kissing your nose.
"No~ Get off Hwa, your wet," you made a face, pushing at him to try and stay dry in the sheets. "You're gunna soak the bed!" He gave you a teasing smile.
"You already did that baby, who cares if I do too," he laughed, tucking his face into your neck. You yelped at the slight chill,
"It's different!" you whined again, feeling your face get hot.
"You're right it is," he sighed, his hands gliding down over your bare skin. He found some small indents, marks he left from the night before on your inner thigh.
"I much prefer your method."
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Most times your favorite place in the world was your apartment.
Sitting on the couch, drink in hand as you read your book. Music would be playing through the apartment, lamps turned on and some candle somewhere making everything just right.
Then Seonghwa would come home.
He would call out for his wife, you dropping your book and returning his call from your spot. He would smile wide, turning the corner to find you. He would always come home with some sort of snack, setting it down on the coffee table and kissing your forehead.
Then he would join you on the couch, tucking himself against you and reading your book over your shoulder.
But right now, you were not considering this place the best place in the world.
Your normal spot on the couch had gone cold, the lamps normally glowing around the room never turned on. Seonghwa had gotten home for a long vacation a couple weeks ago, going back and forth between dinner with family and friends to catch up after a long tour away.
You had missed him of course, and you wanted this vacation to be easy on him. This however, this was not making it easy on him.
You let out a sad laugh as you paced around the kitchen, the dim light from the microwave making it feel more stressful that it already was. Your eyes found the timer slowly ticking down on your phone, the screen bright on the counter as it went from 5 minutes to 1 in a blink of an eye.
Even with you staring at it you flinched when it hit 0, hands trembling as you didn't bother to turn it off and went to the bathroom.
The colors you two picked out last year weren't cute and modern anymore, now suffocating as they were wrapping around you and made it hard to breath.
You stared down at the counter, that pink and white stick looking at you like it was daring you to flip it over. Your alarm played muffled in your ears, the sound fading further as the blood rushed in your ears.
Seonghwa stepped inside the apartment and was immediately hit with confusion.
You were nowhere to be seen, your spot empty and your alarm going off in the kitchen. It felt like something out of a horror movie.
"Sweetheart?" he called out to you, looking around as he kicked off his shoes. He found your phone abandoned in the kitchen, shutting off the alarm to see the texts he sent you when he left dinner with the guys.
"Hunny are you asleep?" his voice took on a singsong tone as he drifted down the hall towards the bedroom.
He paused outside the bathroom, hearing a quiet sniffle from the other side of the door. He flicked on the hallway lights, moving next to the door and knocking softly.
"Hunny, are you ok?" his voice was soft, hearing another round of sniffles and shaking breathes. He slowly turned the knob, opening the door just enough to poke his head in.
You were tucked in the tub, wrapped in your favorite robe as your legs glued themselves to your chest. You groaned as you rested your forehead on your knees, breathing stuttering.
You didn't look up at him as he stepped inside, the light from the hall washing over you.
He rushed over to you, falling to his knees in front of the tub. His hands found you, running over your legs and arms as he checked over you.
"Baby what's wrong? Are you ok? What's going on?" his voice flooded with worry, his hands dipping to find your cheeks and pull your head up.
You let him pull you, finally looking at him and seeing the concern on his face.
It just made another rush of tears come.
"I don't know what we're gunna do, oh my god I just wanted this to be a good vacation. And you have to go on tour next year and theres that damn schedule next month, we don't have time for this," you were frantic, hands gripping his wrists and eyes wide as you rambled.
"Woah woah, hey slow down. Don't have time for what?" he swiped his thumb over your cheeks, tears coming faster than he could wipe them.
"Slow down," you laughed, "Slowing down would be wonderful wouldn't it," you shook your head. You let out a heavy sigh, full body going limp into his hands.
"You're starting to scare me, what's wrong?" he whispered. You pointed at the counter, pulling his hands off you to get him to go look at it.
He looked back at you as he swayed over to the counter, looking over to see what you were upset over.
You felt him freeze under your touch when he saw it.
He stood, moving faster than you've ever seen to flick on the light and grab the little white stick.
There it was, two very clear, very distinct pink lines.
You dropped your head back down, too scared to see his reaction as he processed what he was seeing.
Out of everything running through your head though, you did think of what his reaction actually ended up being.
You felt yourself being hoisted into the air and out of the tub, his arms wrapping around you and spinning you around. You were hit with the memory of your wedding, just this time without your flowy skirt and with your face swollen with tears.
You stared at him wide eyed, taking in the bright smile on his face and how his eyes shined.
"This is amazing news!" He set you down, his hold on you gentle as he kissed you. "What are you talking about we don't have time?"
"You- I- You're in the peak of your career right now, what do you mean what am I talking about," you were looking at him like he was insane.
He literally waved you off.
"I can take a leave of absence for a little while it won't kill me, and we can make this work. We have that spare bedroom too that we haven't had anything to do with this whole year," it was his turn to ramble now, this one much more positive than yours.
You stared at him, watching as he went on one of the most cheerful speeches you've heard from him to date. He only stopped after a couple of minutes, finding your eyes and slowing.
"You're looking at me like I'm crazy," he paused, taking in a much needed gasp of air. You couldn't stop the exhausted laugh that left you, everything that had been sitting heavily on you since earlier finally lifting.
"I just..." you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to you. "I just love you."
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"MOOOOM! Kai won't give me my hat back!"
"It's my hat dummy !"
"Mom Kai just called me a dumb!"
You sighed, looking down into the crib in front of you. Your youngest wriggled around in her sleep, letting out a content sigh before her little body finally seemed to decide it was comfortable.
You felt yourself smile, hand brushing over the edge of the crib before you snuck out of the room.
"Mom," you turned to see your son Kai pouting up at you, a tattered hat his older brother wore nearly every day in his hands. "It's my hat right?" you let out another sigh.
"No honey, it's your brothers. You have to give it back," the 5 year old's pout worsened, huffing and puffing as he stomped back to the living room.
You shook your head, laughing a bit as you listened to them bickering. It seemed like just as you sat down the baby woke up, crying starting to crackle through the baby monitor on the coffee table.
The boys argument got worse, louder as you stood back up and went back to the nursery.
But the crying had quieted, a sweet song flowing out of the cracked doorway.
You peaked inside, seeing the source and smiling.
Seonghwa sat back in the big chair in the corner, eyes trained on the baby with a small smile. He sang a quiet song, random gibberish he was coming up with on the spot.
She was completely out in his arms, that content smile she got in her sleep on her face.
You stepped fully inside, the argument outside muffling.
"She would like me that much if I could sing like that," you sighed dramatically, coming over to kiss his cheek. He looked up at you, rolling his eyes playfully.
"She likes you more than me," he whispered, turning to kiss you.
"Oh please, I'm just a food source to her," you giggled. He motioned for you to take her, putting her in your arms before dragging you on top of him.
He started his song up again, now seemingly putting both of you to sleep when the door creaked open again.
Both boys filed in quietly, the younger crawling on the arm of the chair and your oldest sitting on the floor in front of the chair.
"Did you give the hat back?" you asked, eyes closing as you laid your head down on Seonghwa's shoulder.
"Yeah," Kai yawned, scooting against his dad closer too.
“Did he actually?” Seonghwa nudged your oldest with his leg. He laughed the sound identical to his father’s.
“Yeah.”
Seonghwa smiled as his song turned to a hum. This wasn't ever how he saw his life going when he met you, never would he have guessed it would be this... fufilling?
He didn't know the right word for it. All he knew was this was all he could ask for. You right there, listening to his giberish songs like you always have with that tilt in your head, looking at him like he was your world.
And now that same look was shared three ways over again.
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This. Took. Forever. but it was fun to write I hope it's not as cheesy as I think it is.
Anyways I hope you all enjoyed the tooth rotter, as always comment if you’d like to be included in the taglist for this series. The other boys are already in the works:)
ot8 x fem!reader (individually) || how to spend a lifetime together
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Kim Hongjoong
Park Seonghwa
You met him in middle school and really just seemed like the universe was pushing you two together. Pouring rain, plastic flowers, and a lifetime later, who knew it would be like this?
Jeong Yunho
Kang Yeosang
Choi San
Song Mingi
Jung Wooyoung
Choi Jongho
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oh... oh is this... another series 😏. you know the drill, comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this baby. I hope you all like it as much as Irresistible :)
Seonghwa x fem!reader || costume party || college au
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When the ATZ frat held a Halloween party, people knew it would be good.
When that frat held any party they knew it would be good, the guys there were famous for knowing how to throw a rager good enough the whole campus would be talking about it for weeks.
That being said you would think that the guys would have more original costumes than just a bunch of cowboys.
But no, all 8 of the senior members answered the door in varying degrees of cowboy, some in full on leathers, others in just jeans and a hat.
Seonghwa had called San lazy for that one, forcing him into at least a vest.
And with their frat being as popular as it was, and with Wooyoung having the bragging problem he had, almost all the people showing up were in some sort of wild west or farm themed get up.
It was a sea of leather boots and hats that weren't broken in, country music somehow finding its way onto the DJ's track. Seonghwa was going to tell Hongjoong to chill on the music but Yunho told him it was fun, plus everyone seemed to be having fun.
Seeing that he stepped behind the makeshift bar, leaning back on the wall as people bustled by, grabbing whatever cocktail of drinks Mingi and Wooyoung had mixed up. He grimaced as Wooyoung motioned to it, seeing if he wanted one.
If he knew one thing it was what those two could do with drinks when they put their heads together, and he didn't want to be hungover for three days straight again.
He waved him off, reaching to the cooler behind him for an unopened -- and safe -- can.
He stayed there for a bit, avoiding the crowd as best he could as the second rush of party goers rushed in.
With the amount of people coming in he was sure Jongho and Yeosang had left the doors to the newbies, probably getting swept away by San for something on the dance floor.
He shook his head with a sigh, pushing off the wall to get to the door to help whatever poor soul got put there to replace them.
He froze just before hitting the stream of people.
Hongjoong was raising up the beat to whatever songs he was mixing, the sound matching Seonghwa's heart rate in speed.
He recognized you immediately.
You were the aid in his chem class last semester, he remembered that class purely because he spent more time staring at you than the presentation slides.
With the number of tutoring sessions he set up to just talk to you, he was sure you thought he was an idiot.
He brought you up consistently enough even the guys were able to recognize you on their walks to class.
And now here you were, in an alien outfit that stood out like a sore thumb and was sure as hell sending him into orbit.
The tacky silver outfit hugged you in ways he didn't need to see, green makeup glittering in the lights flashing around the room. You had a little toy gun in your hands, jokingly pointing at your friend. She acted shot, sending both of you into a fit of laughter as you stepped up the bar.
You looked up to Mingi, recognition flashing in his eyes as you waved.
As if on cue his hand grabbed the back of Seonghwa's vest and pulled, yanking him next to him and sending him stumbling into the table.
"Why hello Ms. Alien, I didn't know this was gunna be a space vs cowboy night," Mingi joked, trying to make his seniors stumble a little less attention grabbing.
You laughed, eyes widening when you saw Seonghwa straighten.
"I was wondering if I would see you tonight," you smiled, raising your voice over the music and leaning over the counter a bit. "My friend mentioned you all were throwing a Halloween party this year and I knew I had to see if you would be here," you laughed.
Seonghwa tried to be smooth, tried to put on that mask of attractive chill he had with other girls, tried to not show how your shirt pulling down further than it already was affected him.
He wasn't very good at it.
His eyes betrayed him as they raked down you, taking in just how showy that costume was.
And how good it suited you.
"Does that mean you missed me," he quirked a smile, setting his drink down and leaning to meet you in the middle of the counter. You rolled your eyes, missing the shake to his voice.
"I see you haven't changed a bit these last few months," you tilted your head, the little antenna headband you sported bouncing with the movement.
"Charm isn't that easy to lose," he winked, flicking at an antenna. It felt like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. If the music wasn't so loud, he was sure you would be able to hear it.
Had you gotten more magnetic since he last saw you? He thought not seeing you for a bit would make his stupid attraction to you go away but it only made it worse.
Going on four years at this school and he had no idea he could be this addicted to someone, and he hasn’t even done more than talk to you.
"Oh, so you call it charm?" you laughed, hand sliding over and grabbing his drink. You took a sip, brows shooting up for a second. "Is there another of these? I don't think I trust whatever is in those cups."
Seonghwa blinked for a second, seeing the lipstick mark where he had just been drinking.
"Come back and check," he motioned for you to come back. You looked over to where your friend was long gone on the dance floor, turning back to see the small walkway behind the counter cut off by people.
He followed your eyes, moving over a bit.
"Hop over," he slid his drink out of the way as you gave him a look. "What? There's been worse things on this counter than your --" he stopped himself from finishing with 'your fine ass'.
That was too much.
That had to be too much.
You glared at him, obviously misreading it as a playful insult before hopping up. You slid back, lifting your feet and turning. Seonghwa pulled you over the rest of the way, the feeling of your hands through the fabric of his shirt like fire on his skin.
You leaned down to sift through the cooler, missing how his eyes followed your every move.
He took a long drink at how true his earlier statement would have been if he finished.
Your ass was probably the best thing that had ever been on his kitchen counter.
Mingi slapped Wooyoung's arm, a laugh ripping through him no one could hear over the music.
"Ow dude what the hell?!" He yelped, rubbing his arm and looking to his friend. Mingi nodded at Seonghwa, leaning over so he could hear him better.
"He let her over the counter, literally, and is drinking out of a can she drank out of. Plus," he nodded between the two of you as you stood, turning back to him as he set his own can down to open yours. “Look at how he’s looking at her, I’m almost grossed out.”
"She drank out of his drink?? And he let her?" Wooyoung's laugh matched Mingi's, head shaking as he grabbed more cups.
"I don't think I've ever seen him even take a drink from one of us if we've had some of it." he slid a couple of drinks to a new group. "Dude stop staring, its weird," he slapped Mingi's arm back, grabbing his attention.
Seonghwa couldn't hear them if he tried, even if he could he doesn't think he would be listening with how close you were standing to him.
There was no one pushing against you two, the counter a barrier against the flood of people, but you were still practically flush against him. You put your free hand against his arm, angling your head up to talk closer to his ear.
The feeling of your breath against his skin was sending his brain into overdrive. He was close to texting Hongjoong to turn it up if it made you get any closer.
You held onto that flirting tone, playing off the energy in the room well. He wasn't used to it, before you would deflect any kind of compliment he sent your way. Now it was like you were trying to drive him insane.
What finally made him snap was when he felt your hand leave his arm, sliding up lightly against him before his landed on his hat.
It wasn't anything special, a loaner he found from San's closet when they were talking about costume ideas.
But you grabbed the rim, flipping it around and setting it on your head.
You set it just behind your headband, sliding your fingers over the rim and nodding at him like you were in some cheesy cowbow film.
"Well, does it fit?" you laughed.
"Space cowgirl looks good on you Ms. alien," he flicked at the hat like he did your antenna earlier. You winked at him, dipping your head again.
"Why thank you, I do believe I'm the only one in these parts," you put on a horrible country accent, that first drink starting to kick in and take over your actions.
Maybe the closed cans weren't so safe after all.
"I don't know about that, you sent me into orbit right when you walked in," you laughed at his retort, not seeing how truthful he was being. "But you know you're brave for that maneuver."
"Claiming the lone space cowgirl title?" he laughed, taking a step closer to you. You followed his movements, backing up before feeling the cool metal of the fridge behind you.
"Stealing my hat," he leaned down till he was nose to nose with you. "Don't you know the rule? Can't be a cowgirl without knowing it."
You tilted your head at him, brows furrowing a bit. He didn't miss how the movement sent flecks of light bouncing off the glitter all over you.
"What, do I have to go down to the sheriff's office or something," you laughed at your joke, missing what he was referring to.
"Nope," he moved to grab you headband, slipping it off and pushing the hat down all the way. He put a hand beside your head, leaning in so his lips ghosted your ear.
Your hands found his chest, suddenly feeling how fast his heart was going.
"Steal the hat, ride the cowboy."
The words sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching as his pushed the hat over your eyes.
"I'll let his slide this time," he pushed one more time, sending the hat flipping off your head and into his hand. He was surprisingly smooth with slipping it back on. "But be careful, there are a lot of us in here," he returned your wink, backing off a bit and giving you room to breathe.
The room was hot and humid, but the lack of him made it feel almost cold.
You weren't even sure you were going to come tonight, and now you were practically being pinned to a fridge by a guy you were almost obsessed with last semester.
You didn't know how you lived through so many tutoring sessions with him when he looked like... well that.
But the second his words registered you knew what you were gunna do.
"You're right there are," you looked around the room, taking in all the hats and shaking your head. "But you know what," he felt his hat lift before you set it back on you.
"I think I prefer this one."
He blinked at you for a moment, just a moment to take in your words and actions.
Then that devastating smile broke out, the one you heard your friends giggling about as they got ready earlier.
A reaction you completely understood know that it was fully focused on you.
"Oh, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into baby," his voice took on a sudden hoarse as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the edge of the counter.
The crowd seemed to split for him as he led you past them and to the stairs. You bit your cheek as his grip tightened on you.
It felt like the second you turned the corner and went up a step you were back against the wall, the hand that was in his now pinned next you.
His hat tipped off your head and hit the floor as Seonghwa's lips found yours.
Seonghwa never thought he would get this far with you, and he could feel the nerves of that fact start to seep in the more he pressed into you.
His savings grace was the feeling of your hand slipping out from the pin and find his hair.
You gave it a light tug, swallowing the sound he made at the feel. He felt you smile against him.
"You faked being confused for those tutoring sessions didn't you," you didn't try and pull away as you spoke, the words slurring together at the contact.
"Maybe."
"I knew it.”
He pushed off you, leaning down to grab his hat.
“You’re gunna need this later,” his voice dropped as he gave you a wicked smile.
ot8 (individually) x fem!reader || headcanons || est. relationships
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Kim Hongjoong
Angel, Babe, Lovey
"Babe could you pass me my headphones?" Hongjoong's voice drifted into your bedroom. You looked up from your book to the doorway, seeing him poke his head in with that dorky smile.
You nodded, reaching to the other side of the mattress to where he threw his headphones that morning. You stretched as you handed them to him, making a show at how far away he was.
He laughed, coming in further to the room and grabbing them.
"Thank you Angel," before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm. He yelped, letting himself be pulled until he landed over you. Your laughter filled the air around you both as he huffed and pushed himself up.
"Oh Joongie if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," you teased, cupping his cheeks as he looked down at you. He sighed, lowering himself just enough to brush his nose with yours.
"Lovey, you don't know what you've started," he said in a low voice, your eyes widening as his hands grabbed your sides. Your laughter rang out louder this time as he tickled your sides.
You begged him to stop but he just shook his head.
"You started this, grabby hands."
Park Seonghwa
Honey, Sweetheart, Love
"I don't know," you sighed, looking around at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the fabric, making a face at the cut.
"What don't you know Love?" he asked, smiling at you as you twirled around again.
"Doesn't the seam look weird? Or is it the color?" you groaned, clicking your tongue and going for the zipper.
You flailed for a second, fighting to even find it behind you.
"You pull everything off Honey," he laughed, getting up from his spot to graze a hand over your back. You felt his hand stop on the small of your back and the other pinch the zipper.
You rolled your eyes at his smile.
"You're bias is showing. I need Park Seonghwa the model, not mushy boyfriend," you whined, hands dropping to let him unzip you.
"Bias or not, I'm being honest," he kissed your cheek, pulling down on the metal. "Try the blue one next," he smiled against you.
"I already put on the blue one," you smiled at him through the mirror. His smile turned cheeky.
"I know," he moved back to grab the dress off the hook. "But you should put it on again."
"You really don't even try to be sly anymore, do you?" you laughed. He winked at you.
"No, no I don't Sweetheart."
Jeong Yunho
Baby, Honey, Sweetpea
"Hi Honey," Yunho whispered, hand sliding over your back as he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled, looking up from the menu to receive it. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit long."
You waved him off.
"It's ok, I haven't been waiting long," you watched as he shrugged off his coat, glancing over the open menu in front of him.
You couldn't tear your attention off him, seemingly mesmerized as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and picked up the book. He hummed as he read, only glancing up after he seemed to find something.
"What do you want to --" he stopped when he caught you staring, smiling at how you tried to play it off. "What's on your mind Baby?"
You smiled, Yunho seeing the way your cheeks flushed that shade of pink that he loved.
"You act so casual like you don't look like some k-drama lead," you shook your head.
He laughed.
"Well technically I am Sweetpea," he laughed harder at the glare you shot at him.
"Smartass," you made a face at him, smiling and going back to your menu.
"So you think I'm handsome?" he smiled teasingly, menu forgotten in his hand. He leaned over the table, candlelight defining his face even more.
"I think you're annoying," you rolled your eyes. "I take it back, you're more like the comedic relief than a lead," he put a hand to his chest, acting offended.
"You know I'm still a fan favorite."
Kang Yeosang
Angel, Honey, Darling
"Darling," Yeosang's voice was low and husk as his whispered in your ear. You let out a quiet hum, turning over on your side without opening your eyes.
He pushed you onto your back again, wrapping himself around you and tucking his face into your neck.
"Honey, we need to get up," he slowly kissed up your neck, pecking behind your ear before moving to your cheek.
You groaned, sliding the covers higher up on yourself.
"No~," you whined, arms wrapping around him as he slid on top of you. "You're warm," you sighed as his kisses slowed to a stop at the corner of your mouth.
"We have things to do today," you felt him smile as he lifted up just a bit.
"It's your vacation, we don't have anything to do," you groaned, eyes barely opening to look at him. His hair was a mess, a lazy smile on his face as he stared at you.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, bouncing off his skin with a halo like glow.
You could stay looking at him like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough. You raised a hand, running it through his hair a bit.
He leaned into the contact as you slid down to his cheek.
"Exactly, vacation means I finally have time to take you on that brunch date," he laughed, moving back down to your lips. You smiled against him, pulling him even closer as he gave you quick pecks.
"Come on Angel, let me take you out today."
Choi San
Baby, Honey, Sweet girl
"Come on Honey," San stepped into the bathroom, adjusting his sleeves. "We're gunna be late if we don't leave soo-"He dragged the word out, slowly turning it to a whistle. You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him slowly smile as his eyes ran over you.
"Pulled out all the stops tonight hm?" he dragged his eyes back to yours and you recognized the look in them.
"Don't even think about it, I've been in this bathroom for too long for you to mess it up," you warned, glaring at him through the mirror as you adjusted your dress.
His face fell into a pout.
"I didn't even say anything yet," he whined. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.
"Don't even try playing innocent I know that look," your eyes went back to your reflection, running a hand through your hair before smiling satisfied. "Now, were gunna be late remember?"
"Do you truly think so little of me Baby?" he put on that innocent face again, like he wasn't just looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.
"Is that an honest question?" you shuffled past him, moving to the closet to find your shoes.
"Meanie," he huffed, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he grabbed your favorite heels. You smiled at him as he slid them on, fastening the strap around your ankles like it was muscle memory.
"You do that faster than I can," you commented, rolling your ankle around to try and slow him down. It didn't work, his hands sliding down to still the movement.
"Because Sweetgirl," he stood and took your hands, pulling you up and into his chest. You splayed a hand to it, the other staying in his as he leaned down a ghosted a kiss over your glossed lips. "I haven't let you put them on yourself in months."
"And why is that exactly," you asked, eyes fluttering as he put his forehead to yours.
"Hopefully you'll forget how eventually, so even when I mess up that pretty make up you can't leave me," he joked, laughing as you slapped his chest. You smiled and moved away, grabbing your purse and heading to the door.
"You're insufferable," you complained with no real annoyance behind it, your voice full of amusement. His eyes trailed down you again as you walked away.
"You know, we don't have to go to this award show," he debated.
"Come on Mr. Choi, don't even start."
Song Mingi
Babe, Cutey, Doll
"Why hello there Doll," he pulled you into him by the waist, kissing your cheek with a crooked smile. "And what is someone looking so good doing here hmm?"
Your brows raised at him, looking at him surprised.
"Well, she might be looking for her boyfriend, but it looks like all she found was some guy that looks like him but with worse lines," you gave him a cheeky smile.
He pouted.
"Oh, come on Babe, my lines are great," he huffed.
"No, she's right. They suck," Wooyoung threw over his shoulder as he walked out of the practice room.
"Yeah, that one was pretty bad," Hongjoong laughed, following him out.
"Honestly horrible," Yunho laughed, stopping to pat your shoulder. "Don't know how you put up with him," he whispered with a smile.
Mingi flicked his head, shooing him out the door with the rest of them.
"Was it really that bad?" Mingi looked back down to you. You put your hands to his chest, patting him with a smile.
"Just a little, it was nice though," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit.
"I knew it," he kissed your cheek again, this time moving down to your mouth. You laughed into it, arms wrapping around his neck. "I knew you would love it."
"Love is a strong word," you rolled your eyes.
"Keep that up and I'll make those pretty eyes roll for another reason Cutey."
Jung Wooyoung
Baby, Babe, Sunshine
There was one thing you were sure of.
There was nothing more attractive than a man walking in with a bouquet of flowers that you knew were meant for you.
Wooyoung pushed up his sunglasses, pushing his hair back with them as he looked around the cafe before spotting you. You saw his face brighten when he found you.
"Babe!" he smiled widely as he came up to the table, planting a heavy kiss on your forehead before sitting down across from you. "You'll never guess what San told me about his manager and a reporter," he set the flowers down, sliding them over to you.
You looked down at them with a smile, laughing a little as you picked them up to smell them. They were your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a little string.
"What's the occasion?" you looked back up to him, ignoring his prompt for gossip. He looked at you confused.
"I just got of work and have a good gossip story?" you rolled your eyes, shaking the flowers a little.
"Not that dummy, these," you looked back down to the flowers to emphasize them. His brows raised as he nodded.
"Nothing, I just saw them on my way over here and knew you'd like them," he smiled as your cheeks flushed pink. "Plus, I hadn't got you any in a while," he shrugged.
"I do like them," you set them back down, smoothing the paper down a bit. "Thank you."
"Anytime Sunshine," his hand found yours over the table, thumb running gently over your skin at the sweet smile you gave him.
"So, San's manager and a reporter?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm. His face perked up.
"Oh my god Baby it's an insane story so--"
Choi Jongho
Sweetheart, Honey, Bunny
"Sweetheart~," Jongho practically sung the nickname through the apartment, followed by the sound of his steps sliding on the hardwood.
You could hear his happy hum as he found you in the kitchen, turning to see a bright smile on his face.
He came home ready to surprise you with that he got a few days off. Both of you had been on completely opposite schedules lately, so this total stroke of luck was the best news he had gotten in months.
But as he stepped into the kitchen you turned around, hair falling out its tie and his shirt covered in what he hoped was just flour, he forgot everything on his brain.
"Hi Bunny," his voice melted as he leaned into the door frame. You smiled, leaving your dough on the counter and coming up to him. You cupped his face, squishing them until his lips puckered for you to kiss.
You giggled as you backed away, leaving flour handprints against his cheeks.
"Sorry," you laughed, wiping at the flour only making it worse. That goofy smile stayed on his lips as he looked at you, head tilting into your hand.
"Cookies?" he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, turning back to where the cookie dough waited for you.
"I'm worried they'll be too sweet," you sighed, looking at the damn sugar jar you knocked over right into the dough earlier. "We really need to change this jar set up," you grumbled.
He laughed, wiping his cheeks as he came up behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder.
"Nothing you make can be too sweet Honey."
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I was going to add some more cheesy ones, but secondhand embarrassment kicked in lol
Also why is San's so long compared to everyone elses? I don't know how that happened
Do you ever feel an overwhelming amount of love and joy hit you when you see your bias doing something completely unrelated and random?
Like I mean something super insignificant and you just get hit with a wave of contentment and actually feel a little sad you can’t express it besides just I don’t know… looking at them longer?
Or are you normal?
Is it a me thing? I do write about them it wouldn’t shock me if it’s a me thing lol
Anyways ot8 headcanons dropping Friday see yall then
He always thought he was pretty in-tune with how he felt and how he functioned, so how did it have to come to being left alone for him to see what you really meant to him?
He always thought it was funny how Jongho didn't really seem like the youngest to their group. Of course, when he found out that he was in fact the oldest in his own family it made more sense.
Meeting his family was funny to him, all of them so similar to one another even if they were all so different.
Him and his brother were like two sides of the same coin, and he was like prize idea of an eldest son to his parents.
And of course, there was you.
You stuck to your brother like glue, clinging to Jongho as he showed his family around the training rooms the first time. You had this bright smile on your face when Hongjoong introduced himself, like you were amazed by someone older than your older brother.
Hongjoong kept running into you after that. At the convenance store with your friends, out on a run with your club, cafe's in between classes. Over the years the groups you went with dwindled away until it was jus you two, meeting up for these odd mini errands.
Grocery shopping, coffee runs, hell he helped you build that cheap bookshelf in your living room.
He didn't notice how often he waited for you to text him the next time you would be out.
Until you missed one.
Then another.
And other.
And before he knew it, he hadn't seen you in nearly 2 months.
He didn’t notice at first, didn’t fully understand why he would jump at every notification only to feel an odd pang of disappointment.
Now he was working on his laptop working on a song when Jongho came up and sat next to him.
"New song?" he leaned over his seniors shoulder.
"Just something I got stuck in my head, thought I'd get it down before I forgot it," he muttered, adding another line of notes and looking to the notebook next to him with some lyrics scribbled down.
Jongho grabbed the book, scanning over the lyrics and eyebrows rising.
"Well jeez, and I thought this comeback would have less songs about this stuff," he laughed, looking between the lyrics and the melody on his laptop.
Hongjoong seemed to come back to the present, blinking and pushing his headphones off and taking in what he’d done so far.
Jongho was right, the song was going a bit... far. Still it was a little different. Less about straight sex and more about the experience.
It was more intimate, like it was about someone specific and not just about the action.
But still, it was pretty... explicit, even for them.
He sighed, finger tapping against his leg as he leaned back.
"Is this for us or for another group?" Jongho's question made him think for a second. "I can't imagine another group going this hard," he laughed. Hongjoong didn't really have an idea for where this one would go, more that it would end up in his voice memos and left to sit till someone wanted something similar.
"Well I-" he stopped at Jongho's phone vibrating next to him, your name flashing on the screen. Jongho casually picked up, not noticing how Hongjoong froze up next to him.
"Hey... oh yeah are they over?... Yeah come on over I'll leave the door open..." he hung up and got up to unlock the door, looking back to Hongjoong to finish. All he saw was Hongjoong looking at him expectantly. "What?"
"Y/n called?" he felt his chest twisting with anticipation, like he was some kid that just got told he was going to a toy store. Jongho let out a laugh as he sat back down.
"Her exams just finished, she was wanting to come over to hang out for a bit since she's been locking herself in her apartment the last couple months for prep," he dropped back onto the couch looked to the laptop. "So you were saying, the song is for who?"
You and the song being put in the same breath made him think.
Maybe he didn't want this song out in the world now that he thought about it. It felt almost personal? Like it was just a little to specific to something or someone to let others listen in on.
"It's not for anyone, just a fun project," he got out before another question panged in his mind.
Why was it personal? It was a "love" song but he wasn't in any sort of relationship and they had sung these types of songs plenty of times before.
Your face flashed in his mind.
Since every line was written with you in mind, maybe that's why.
That realization hit him like a truck, sending his thoughts spiraling as he ran through the song again.
How could he write something like this about you of all people?
About the girl that's been so happy and sweet with him that he felt off without her smiling at him at least once a day.
About the girl that brightened up his day with just a look his way.
About Jongho's little sister for gods sake.
And yet… god what was he even doing.
He doesn't know how long he sat there messing with the lyrics and his mic before he moved to his room, and he doesn't know how long he was in there before you popped in.
You smiled as you knocked quietly and opened the door. Any residual nerves from your finals left you, the sound of his voice chasing the feeling away.
You fell for Hongjoong the first day you saw him, the whole reason you followed your brother so closely that day being so you could see him again during the tour.
He was just so cool, he could do everything from writing to rapping to dancing. You put him on a pedistool that first moment and he hasn't moved in your mind since.
When those run ins started happening you were completely over the moon, your friends started telling you to go out by yourself purely out of observing your excitement at seeing him.
You don't know when it started that you would just text him where to meet you and he would be there but you did know it was the best thing to happen to you ever.
Of course something had to come along and ruin it all. These damn exams have been killing you these last two months and the first thing you could think of when they were over was to see him.
You felt a little guilty, using your brother as an excuse to peep on Hongjoong wasn't something you were incredibly proud of. But to be fair it wasn't just you, Jongho did just run out after forgetting a dinner he promised Yunho he would be at.
Now you slipped into the dark room, seeing Hongjoong back lit from his lap top as he hummed into his mic. You stepped up right behind him, looking at the screen as he sung the next verse.
You were used to hearing these types of lyrics for him, Jongho having to send a warning to your family when he knew one was coming so your poor mom didn't have a heart attack. But this... good lord it was something you would expect from a more western artist but not never from a kpop group. You listened to his voice quiet, his head shaking as he ran a hand over his face. He moved the mouse, clicking at the pause button before sighing like he was disappointed at something.
You followed his mouse as he clicked a few more times before starting the verse again, not recording this time. Some of the notes switched as he slowly moved to change tabs.
You took in a breath when he did, taking in what you were seeing too quickly for your brain to catch up.
It was a social media profile... your profile to be specific. He scrolled through your photos for a moment, his voice dropping to an octave you've never heard from him before. He shook his head, laughing to himself and going back to the recording screen.
The last minute played back in your mind as you tried to process it.
You took a step back.
And then maybe the most mortifying chain of event to ever happen to you started.
Your foot caught on the edge of his rug, sending you stumbling back before you hit his bed frame. The wood groaned loudly, Hongjoong's head snapping back at the sound as he pushed his headphones off. Both of you stared at each other in silence as the muffled track played out through the room.
That lasted for maybe two seconds before you started moving again.
"So-sorry I just uh-- I," you felt how flushed your face was getting as you tried to make it to the door, but that damn rug caught you again. You yelped, closing your eyes and throwing your arms out to catch yourself.
Hongjoong hopped up, trying to catch you. The headphone wire caught before he could even move away from his seat, him tripping over his chair before they disconnected.
You heard him yell and a hand wrap around the back of your head before you hit the ground.
It was quiet for a moment, only the sound of heavy breathing and that damn song floating around the room before you slowly opened your eyes.
Hongjoong's face was barely and inch from yours, eyes wide as he stared at you.
"I-" you stuttered again, trying to find something, anything to say.
"I like the song," you managed, an awkward laugh coming out as you did.
You wanted him to smile, to say thanks and laugh like this was all just a funny accident that you could both laugh at later. Maybe think you were just being a clutz and didn't see anything besides the song, didn't see the pictures he was looking at.
The panicked look in his eyes and lack of laughter told you that wouldn't happen though.
"When did you get here?" you took in a breath, you couldn't lie for shit and he knew it. His brows furrowed. "You saw didn't you?"
He started to get up, hand slipping slowly from the back of your head as his rant started.
"It's not what you think, I promise I wasn't being weird. I was just checking on something and your page was up. I swear it wasn't an--" he was half-way up when you felt something spike in your veins.
You had a feeling if you let him get up you wouldn't ever get this close again.
Hongjoong felt like his world was about to implode.
From how you looked when he turned around he knows you saw what he was looking at. If you were freaked out there was no argument he had on why it was totally normal and not weird that he was looking at your photos while singing an extremely explicit practically sex song alone in his room.
He could feel himself falling into a delirious rant as he fought to explain somehow that he wasn't being a weirdo.
And then your hands tangled in his shirt and you were yanking him back down.
His first thought was how soft your lips were on his.
He didn't even know he wanted this until a couple hours ago, but now this felt like all he's wanted for years. He blinked, feeling how your hands shook in their grip.
"Y/n wait," his words muffled against your lips but you didn't let up.
Maybe this was what he’s been wanting for years.
It sure would explain the way his chest twisted and head spun with anything you did or say to him.
He let himself relax, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you closer. Your back arched, taking a sharp breath as his grip moved your side. You let out a whine and Hongjoong froze up.
He pushed up and off you, scrambling up as fast as he could.
"Joong?" you were breathless as you sat up. Hongjoong shook his head, kneeling to help you up before backing up again.
"I'm sorry, I got caught up. I didn't mean to--"
"Kim Hongjoong stop apologizing for something I started," you cut him off, stepping closer.
It was moments like this that he was reminded who you were related to, when you were direct and giving him that look like he was in trouble. You took a step forward, him stepping back until you had him backed against his own bed.
Your eyes shifted from that hard look to something a little more nervous.
“Is the song for me?” You bit at the inside of your cheek, heart rattling in your chest as you took another step closer.
He fell to sit on his mattress, letting you stop between his legs.
His eyes fell from your face to how your hands started to fidget with the hem of your shirt.
When he tried to look at you again he found you looking away to his computer, face bright red in the dim light.
Oh.
You were just as flustered as he was at this situation, just better than him at trying to get past it.
You felt his hands slip behind your thighs, pulling you closer till your knees hit the mattress right in front of him.
Your attention snapped back to him, eyes wide as his touch slowly grazed up he was right under the seam of your shorts.
"It didn't start out that way, I didn't even realize what I was writing honestly but, yeah... it is," he looked up at you nervously. You couldn't stop your own smile at his words. This whole thing -- as embarrassing as it started -- was like a dream come true.
You slid your hands over his shoulders, looking over his face. You didn't notice his fingers slipping under the denim of your shorts.
"I liked it," you whispered, "I don't think the company will let it be released though, its a bit," you cleared your throat, face getting even redder, "detailed."
A smile spread on his face and you finally felt where his hands were, sliding further and further up your shorts before hitting the thin fabric of your underwear.
"I wasn't planning of showing them," he tugged at you, trying to get you on him again without saying anything.
"Then who were you going to show it too? Obviously not me until now," you laughed, giving into his silent ask and climbing on top of him. Your legs straddled his hips, his hands leaving your shorts and going under the back of your shirt. You felt him slide to the hook of your bra, casually playing with it for a moment.
"Myself? Can't I express myself through song?"
"Oh is this how you express that kind of feeling?"
"There are other ways," you felt him unhook the clasp as he smiled playfully at you.
"There were a lot of different things to 'express' there," you leaned down, lips grazing his as you smiled. "You sure you can live up to it?"
You yelped as your back hit the mattress, feeling him press into you as he pressed an oddly gentle kiss to your cheek.
"Well I did write it."
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You were woken up by a lot of different voices.
The main one being Hongjoong's, a gentle whisper against your hairline.
"Y/n wake up," you hummed, stretching and feeling his soft sheets against your bare skin. You smiled at him, blinking away the sleep in your eyes.
Thats when you took in the slight panic on his face.
"What's wrong?" you wrapped around him a bit, taking in his warmth in his cold room.
"Everyone's here," he whispered, voice stiff. You hummed in acknowledgement, silence stretching for a second before you shot up.
"You don't mean," your head snapped to the closed door, muffled laughs and conversation coming through.
He nodded, something like amused panic in his eyes.
Like the devil himself heard you, a knock came through the door.
"Hey Hongjoong, you up? Did you walk Y/n home last night? She's not picking up her phone," Jongho's voice filted through.
You looked at Hongjoong wide eyed.
Oh god you were fucked.
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She’s officially done🥹
I have a lot more fics waiting in the wings I just didn’t want to post them till this guy was out sooo I will be back soon🤭
Thank you guys for the support of this series it was quite fun to figure out how to write the same trope 8 times over differently
You and Mingi had something of a silent agreement.
'I won't bring it up if you don't.'
You two were like magnets to each other, interestingly enough before Yunho had the chance to introduce you both.
You were running horrendously late for school, the chances of you getting there before homeroom slim. You were running down the sidewalk, already hearing your brothers nagging when he heard how late you were running.
You looked down once to check the time again and somehow in those two seconds Mingi materialized in your path.
You hit him with a thud, barely managing to catch yourself before hitting the ground. You looked up to see him over you, panic written all over his face as he tried to check on you.
The look on his face as he kneeled down to grab your arms and help you up had made you laugh, your tardiness leaving your worries temporarily. He dusted you off as you stood, apologies spilling out of him faster than you thought possible for someone to talk.
You only cut him off when the sound of a school bell quietly rang in the distance.
He watched your face pale as you stiffened.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go," you shouldered your bag, side stepping him and turning to wave. "I won't run into you next time promise," you laughed before turning to fully sprint down the street.
He watched you with slight wonder, seeing how fast you were going was a surprise. He couldn't help but think how similar your laugh was to Yunho's. He still remembers thinking that if he ran into you again, he would have to get your number to introduce you two.
He never needed to do that though, since the next time he saw you was at Yunho's house. Ironically enough, you couldn't hold your promise then either.
He had just stepped into the living room, Yunho in the middle of asking if he wanted anything to drink when you came barreling though the front door. You slid down the hall, missing Mingi standing right at the kitchen doorway.
You crashed into him, sending him into the door frame where he barely managed to catch you.
You looked up, seeing that same panicked face you saw the week prior, and the only thing you could do was laugh.
Yunho looked back, seeing Mingi desperately looking you over and looking to him like he might cry as you laughed in his arms.
"You two know each other?" he cocked a brow at you both. Your laughter slowed and you pushed off him, wiping your eyes as you pulled him off the wall.
"Sort of," you sighed, giving Mingi a small bow. "I guess I didn't keep my promise. Are you ok?" you patted his shoulder and he nodded.
"You should slow down a bit, this might become a habit," he didn't say it to be funny but it was anyway, you let out a snort and nodded.
"I can try."
Yunho was lost as he watched the interaction. Mingi was never someone that cracked a joke with someone he just met, and at that you weren't someone that laughed like that with a stranger either.
Now, years down the line you and Mingi knew why you two were so comfortable with each other so fast, crash meetings be damned.
And that was were that silent agreement came in.
The spark between you both was too big and too strong for anything to go 'slowly' and you both knew that. Every time the tension got a bit to strong and that line was almost crossed, your brother would find a way to interject. More on accident than anything, but you took it as the universe telling you the obvious.
Mingi is your brothers best friend, which made him off limits in every regard.
No matter how his smile made your heartrate sky rocket, or how his stupid jokes made all the stress of the day disappear, or how his voice was like--
Off limits. No matter what.
Mingi wasn't as dedicated to the cause as you were.
The only reason he hadn't given in to the feelings you gave him was because he could see you were actively fighting against them for some reason.
He knew you felt the same way.
You knew how he felt about you.
It might have taken you a little longer than him to realize it but he could see it in your eyes.
He would catch your glances and smiles and think maybe today was the day, today was the day you said screw it and let loose.
But it was never today.
That might be the only thing he found aggravating about his friendship with Yunho.
That somehow his wingman was actually the biggest roadblock to getting the girl.
He knew it would take a miracle to for him to get a semblance of a green light from you.
And oh, did a miracle happen.
He was in his dorm, watching San and Seonghwa as they went around doing their own tasks. He had made a set plan to do nothing today and so far it was successful, the only thing he had done so far was get up and get breakfast before crashing back down on the couch.
Now it was nearly 2 in the afternoon and he was knee deep in an accidental deep dive on some fish when your name popped up in his notification.
Y/n: SOS bring soup asap
He smiled at the text, responding so fast he was worried he would seem weird.
Mingi: yes ma'am
He knew what soup you were talking about, the one from the stall across the street from your apartment. You never stopped raving about it, even after you had taken him to try it a dozen times.
His plan of nothing was abandoned in a heartbeat as he slipped on his shoes and stepped out the door, humming to himself as he went.
Soon he was at your door step, togo bowl warming his hand as he knocked.
Seconds went by with no answer from you.
He knocked again.
Again no answer.
He let out a sigh, stepping back and pulling his phone out to dial your number.
When you answered your voice sounded half asleep.
"Hey, I'm at the door," his voice was gentle, amused at how sleep clouded your voice was.
"Oh..." he heard shuffling, "One sec," the line beeped as you hung up. A couple more seconds and he heard the lock click and you opened the door slowly.
You looked horrible, skin drained of your normal color and brightness. You slouched against the wall, huffing as he stepped inside.
"Jesus Y/n," he set the bowl down to the floor, arms coming out to support you before you fell over. "Why didn't you say you were sick, I would've brought medicine," he put a hand to your forehead, grimacing at how hot it was.
You let out a breathless laugh.
"I just wanted my soup," you sighed and leaned into him. You woke up yesterday feeling like shit and it was just 10 times worse today. You thought about calling your brother to get you medicine but you could barely get yourself to pick your phone up.
You weren't even sure you managed to get Siri to send that message to Mingi but that was the best you could do. You felt like your bones were turned to jelly over night and your lungs were full of water.
Seeing Mingi in your apartment now you thought he was a dream.
Mingi sighed, kicking his shoes off before you felt an arm hit the back of your knees.
He lifted you up, your head tucking into his chest automatically without even thinking. You smiled, sighing as he propped you up a bit.
"You're nice and cool," you pressed your cheek against him harder. He felt heat flush over him, hoping it wouldn't change his temperature out of fear you would stop.
"Come on, bed for you and--"
"My soup," you whined, making a half-ass grab for it where it sat on the small entry table.
"--and I'll bring you your soup," he laughed, starting towards your bedroom.
You looked up from where he had you, looking over him like you were studying his face for a test. He met your gaze, smiling and tilting his head.
"Seriously, I won't forget your s-" he stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, eyes wide as it seemed like the only thing he could still do was hold you up.
You hoisted yourself up, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down a bit to meet you half way. You pressed your lips to his gently, just enough to leave an impression before you backed away.
If you were to compare the two of you, you would have guessed Mingi was the one with the fever with how his face flushed. It was almost comical how he practically glowed red as he stared at you wide eyed.
You smiled sweetly, running your thumb over his neck where you held onto him.
"Damn you Yunho," you sighed, more to yourself than him. "How am I supposed to respect your friendship with him when he looks like this," you dropped your head to his shoulder.
Mingi blinked, feet frozen to the floor as he tried to process what was happening.
"Respect our friendship," his voice was far away, like he didn't even know he was saying his thought aloud. You let out a halfhearted laugh against his shoulder.
"I know right, he has the audacity to ask me to not make a move. Someone doesn't want their little sister to be with the love of her life obviously," your tone was sarcastic, like you weren't telling all of this to the very man you were specifically told not to say anything to.
The thing about the silent agreement was that it wasn't totally by choice. Of course you two had never really talked about it without outside influence, fear of rejection and Yunho mixing together to stop the conversation from ever happening.
Yet it only took a couple months of you both recognizing and avoiding the feeling for your brother to talk to you.
You were practically still reeling from your revelation of how much you actually liked Mingi when he called you out.
"You can't tell him," he had said it so casually while you two were visiting your parents. You were just walking back from the bathroom as he gamed on the couch.
"What?" you laughed, not understanding who him was and what you couldn't tell him.
"Mingi," his eyes stayed on the screen as your blood ran cold. "You like him don't you?"
You froze mid step, staring at him like he just told you he murdered someone. You knew he wasn't blind but you thought you were doing so well at hiding it. And sure you noticed Mingi staring at you a bit more than he should but you noticed everything about the guy.
Then again... so did Yunho.
Finally his eyes left the screen to find you, a sigh leaving him as he patted the seat next to him. You followed the movement, sitting down next to him.
"I just... don't think it's a good idea. What if something happens down the line and all three of us are put in an awkward position?" You felt like your chest was about to explode with how much his words stung. But you knew he was right; you had had the same thoughts after all.
"If this is serious for you I won't stop you of course," he gave you a smile, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. "I want you to be happy, but... just be completely sure before you do anything. If you have to, just think about it like your respecting mine and his friendship."
The words played out again in your head, oddly clear in your foggy mind.
"I think this is real enough for it to be an exception though," you laughed again. "It would be nice if I could tell you when you weren't a dream, get your opinion on this that's not my subconscious."
It made whole lot more sense why you were being so forth coming after that statement. You just thought you were dreaming.
He almost laughed at the thought that you would dream of him bringing you soup when you were this sick. It took him a minute to get moving again, thoughts still lagging as he put you into your bed and you immediately started snoring lightly.
He came to a decision as he quietly clicked your door shut and went to put the soup away.
The silent agreement was broken now that you said something, meaning to or not, and he was gunna do something about it.
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You didn't remember a single thing from that day besides falling asleep at some point and waking up to Mingi spinning around in your desk chair. He had an odd pep in his step you noticed but the moment you saw the soup he got earlier you forgot every question about why he was there.
Now after a week those questions were starting to come back.
You fidgeted in the passenger seat of the car, Mingi happily humming to the radio next to you.
"So..." you glanced at him, trying to be sly. "I didn't say anything embarrassing when I was sick did I?" you sounded nervous even to you. Mingi laughed like he knew something you didn't.
"Nothing embarrassing no. I still just think it's funny you don't remember anything," he laughed again as you huffed.
"But I did say something," you brushed around his comment, looking at him with those eyes you knew he couldn't say no to. He smiled, using driving as an excuse to avoid your stare.
"Maybe," he turned into the parking lot, hopping out and moving to get your door. You let out a sigh, starting another probe as he pulled you out and towards the elevator to the dorm.
"The fact that you won't tell me means it was embarrassing," you groaned, covering your face with your hands as he laughed again.
He felt like he was ready to jump out of his skin, excitement practically pouring out of him.
It took him a week to plan and get all the supplies for this, plus to convince San and Seonghwa that tonight would be a great night to get dinner out of the dorm. It almost blew up in his face when you said you were busy with work, somehow ending with the universe smiling down on him when you texted him that you got the dates wrong and you were free.
Now as he stepped out of the elevator, hot on your heels and pulling out his keys, he felt a wave of nerves wash over that excitement.
He knew how you felt, you had officially confirmed it, but that didn't stop his sudden worry that you would turn him down.
What if you still thought you had to think about his friendship with Yunho? As much as he appreciated the thought from both you and your brother, he could care less about any negative result when it came to you and him.
He was so tired of avoiding how he felt he didn't think he cared about anything besides telling you.
You let out a gasp as he opened the door, stopping just short of the doorway at the sight in front of you.
Petals littered the living room and entry way, warm lighting filling the room and quiet music playing from somewhere you couldn't see. Mingi stood ushering you in further, rocking on his feet with the excitement of a child written all over his face.
"Mingi what--," you looked at him suspiciously, wondering if it was your birthday and you forgot or something.
"Come on," he motioned for you to hurry up as you slipped out of your shoes and shut the door. As you came further in you saw the coffee table covered with everything you liked, your favorite sweets, favorite color, favorite flowers.
You smiled, confusion filling your expression still as you looked closer.
Pictures of you and him were also mixed in there, from when you were younger to now.
Finally you looked back to him, questions waiting on the tip of your tongue.
You couldn't even get them out before he stepped up and grabbed your hand.
"You did actually say something pretty important," his voice was quiet and calm now, "If I'm being honest this was rushed, I didn't think I would get a chance to plan anything for this. I always thought it would be more like something in a movie when we both got fed up one random day."
"What on earth are you talking about..." you laughed, "What did I say that sparked this?"
"Oh just something about 'respecting mine and your brothers friendship' and 'Yunho stopping his little sister from being with the love of her life'," you stopped, smile dropping as your eyes widened at him.
You couldn't believe this was happening.
No this couldn't be happening.
Mortification washed over you and you trying to take a step away from him but he just pulled you back. You started blinking rapidly, feeling the need to cry hit you like a train.
"Oh my god no," you whispered, the thought of how mad Yunho was about to be flooding your head and blinding you to what was going on.
"Don't freak out," Mingi's voice brought you back, his hold on you moving to around your waist as he pulled you closer than you could handle. "I think the fact that I planned this is a good enough response to it but..." his hand found your cheek, guiding you to look at him.
You saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a moment before leaning closer, breath mingling with yours.
"If I said I didn't want you to respect anything but how I feel about you what would you say?" his lips just barely ghosted yours, the question hanging in the air for a second.
He saw your eyes flutter shut before you met him in the middle, lips pressing against his just like a week ago.
You pulled away, smile fighting its way to your lips as your hand fisted the hem of his shirt.
"I think I would say thank god," you laughed, the sound cutting off as he dove onto you.
The table was left forgotten as you were suddenly hoisted into the air, legs wrapping around his waist like you had done it a thousand times before.
You took in a breath as he squeezed you against him, arms wrapped around you like a vice. He felt you smile against his lips, arms sliding over his shoulders and hands tangling in his hair.
You were like a spike of adrenaline to his system, sending every nerve into overdrive as he found himself walking to his room.
You laughed as he fought with the doorknob, a groan from him sending vibrations through you as he finally got the door open.
Just with this much he didn't know how he waited so long to do this, didn't know why he would.
That only got answered hours later when you were asleep on top of him, bare skin practically glowing in the lamp light. He slowly ran a hand down your back, reveling in the feeling of you curling into him.
The knock on his door was an unwelcomed surprise.
He slowly slipped out from under you, earning a mumble and huff from you as he did.
When he opened the door he was met with his senior looking him up and down.
"Might want to remember to clean up next time," Seonghwa didn't need to look in the room to know what he would find. "You are so lucky Yunho didn't come with us," he sighed.
Mingi felt his face flush, seeing the petal and a photo in his hand.
"Noted," he slipped out, shutting the door with a quiet click. "How fucked do you think we are?"
He heard San let out a laugh from the living room, a handful of petals growing as he went around picking them up.
"Extremely if you don't help clean this up, he's coming over in the morning," he shook his head. "And make sure she's up and out before then too, I don't want to be around when this blows up."
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I had to pay attention to reality this week sadly so this wasn't as in depth as I initially planned but I thought this would be a nice twist to the series 🤭
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Genuinely he had tried everything to get himself out of this friendzone you had placed him in, but nothing seemed like it would ever work.
It’s like he’s been banging on the glass of this pen you put him in and you were dead to the noise.
Worse it had been like this since the day he met you.
He had known you since his and Yeosang's training years, and he can confidently say it was love at first sight.
You're barely a year younger than your brother and constant hung around him, following him to training simply for the company you were used to from him.
The first day you tagged along was when you met him. He saw you hanging around the vending machine and headed over, about to ask if you were new or just visiting when you turned around.
He stopped dead in his tracks, literally cartoonishly frozen in place as you ran a hand through your hair and struggled to open your drink. You fought with the lid for a moment, audibly sighing before looking around.
Yeosang side stepped him from behind, giving him an odd look before going to you. You smiled, handing him the drink and letting him open it.
San felt the air in his lungs leave him like it was being sucked out by a vacuum. Your smile practically lit up the entire room, the sunny look a stark contrast to how the stylists had dressed the group that day. The all black outfit Yeosang wore next to you made your appearance all the more bright and warm.
He was sure he couldn’t remember how to speak properly when Yeosang walked you over for introductions, his words falling over eachother enough to earn a comment from Yeosang.
“Dude what’s up with you today?” He hissed, slapping his back as if he needed help swallowing. You had simply laughed, bowing slightly to him.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, stuttering and all.”
He barely got out a greeting before you followed your brother to the training room, your voice echoing in his head like bells.
He knew he fell for you immediately, the feeling just like what they described in the dramas he watched. Over the years he never questioned it once, the feeling of desperately wanting to be near you only getting stronger and stronger.
All the members knew how much San liked you, even Yeosang noticed it. But they all knew San would've talked to them if he liked you that way.
Or well... they thought he would’ve.
Since San was long past just liking you and had yet to tell a soul besides his sister.
Unfortunately for him though, you were just as blind as the others.
Now, after years of letting this feeling grow he was fighting to keep from falling to his knees and begging you to see him as more than a friend.
He was genuinely about to just that when you came back from the bathroom and sat back down.
You two were at your weekly dinner, something you both started when he started going on tour.
You had a lunch with your brother and he had asked if you two could set up something similar, thinking it would somehow show you he wanted to catch up more than just a friend would.
You had happily said yes, that same smile from the first day making his knees weak.
He had taken you to a nicer restaurant this week, the low lights and velvet seats making you more nervous than you normally were.
When he had told you to dress up a bit more today you had teased him, asking if he was trying to raise your standards too high for anyone to meet; but inside you felt you heart beginning to race.
You cleared your throat and patted your chest, chalking it up to a possible cold before going into your closet to fish out your nicer outfits.
You were never nervous persay around San, the man like the human imbodiement of your favorite teddy bear when you were a kid. The moment you met him you knew there was something special about him. You had considered him your best friend within the week, both of you clicking like you had known each other for years.
All that to be said, you always felt different about him than your other friends. None of your brothers other members made you feel the way he did. Like you were so seen and listened to that you could talk for hours and he would still be there hanging on every word. Like the only thing you wanted to do with your day was watch him practice his dances and tell you stories of the last show on tour.
That different feeling suddenly flared when you heard your doorbell.
You took a breath as you opened the door, hands still working at getting your earrings on.
"Sannie! Sorry I'm running a little late, come sit down though. I'll be ready in a sec," you smiled, moving back to give him room to come in.
He doesn't remember stepping in and closing the door, nor taking his shoes off and sitting down at your couch. All he remembers was the sight of you walking around, checking yourself in the mirror and switching shoes.
Somehow you matched him, the shiny satin of your dress matching his shirt. The sound of your heels clicking drew him back after you disappeared into your room.
A long coat covered you, your hair curled and falling gently over your shoulder.
It was like he was dreaming, like no matter what happened you would still be smiling at him glowing like an angel.
His hands were tight on the wheel as he drove you both, fighting to keep his eyes forward on the road and not glancing at you legs as your dress rode up bit by bit.
And now, the candle light from the table washing over you as you pushed your hair back. Your hand traced lightly down the menu, lips moving ever so slightly as you read.
He should've suggested somewhere else, somewhere with less... atmosphere. Somewhere that would have helped his thoughts stay clean and not spiraling.
Somewhere that wouldn't make him feel like the only thing he could tell you was how beautiful you were and how badly he wanted to be with you.
"You look nice by the way," you looked up at his words, smiling sweetly at him. "I can't remember if I told you," he had, maybe 6 times already.
"I don't think you have," you laughed, sarcasm filling your words. You rested your hand in your palm. "You've seen me dressed up more you know."
"Yes but this one isn't for some fancy show," he ripped his eyes away from you, fighting to look casual as he looked at the menu. "This is just for me, it's special."
"Oh just for you," you laughed again, nodding a little. "Someone will think were on a date if you keep talking like that."
He stiffened, looking up at you as you went back to the menu. Your finger absent mindedly caught your hair, twirling it slowly as you flipped the page. He let out a sigh.
"Nothing you want on here? I thought you had looked before hand," you questioned, not looking up.
"Theres something, I just can't get it," he muttered, eyes running over your face as your brows furrowed.
"Does it say it's out of season? I don't see anything like that on mine," you looked up, trying to see his menu. "Show m--"
You stopped, eyes catching his as he stared at you.
There was something in his stare that made your heart feel like it did earlier again. You took a breath, feeling your body loose control over its systems the longer he looked at you.
He really was just so handsome, just looking at him made your chest twist. His stare was filled with something that made your cheeks feel warmer, your fingers hooking in your lap and ringing around each other.
Maybe he did make you nervous, like you couldn't decide if you wanted him to keep looking or not.
You felt your eyes drop to his lips for a second before you could stop them.
A thought popped in your head.
That you wanted him closer than a short table away. Much closer.
You straightened slightly.
Oh...
San felt his eyes widen slightly at what he was seeing.
You were... nervous? You shifted slightly, face getting red as you suddenly looked away. Your stare was very interested in the design of the wall next to you, blinking quickly as your cheeks glowed the prettiest shade of pink.
"Y/n," his voice held a hint of desperation he couldn't hide.
You looked back, smile shyer than he had ever seen from you.
"The salmon looks good, or the specials," you tried to switch topics.
"Are you alri--" you cut him off, standing suddenly.
"I need the bathroom," your face flushed harshly at the tilt of his head.
"Weren't you just ther--"
"I'll be right back," you rushed away back to the single bathroom. You hurried behind the door, locking it and leaning against it with a huff.
You looked to the mirror, seeing the flush to your face and groaning.
What was wrong with you? How could you miss this feeling for so long? You seriously thought this was a cold?
You fanned yourself, pacing around the marble floors and trying to take even breaths. You didn't get enough time to calm down before there was quiet knock on the door.
"Sorry, I'll be out in a momen--"
"Y/n its me, are you ok?" San's quiet voice filled the bathroom even through the door, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.
"Yeah of course, just thought I left my phone," it sounded like a lie even to you.
"Y/n, your phone was on the table. What's wrong?"
"I just didn't feel good for a second," your voice shook, every word he said making your heart jump.
"Do you want to go home? We can order in," you paused, hand finally wrapping around the handle and cracking the door.
"No I'll be ok," you looked through the crack to see him. He looked at you with concern flooding his face, hair falling over his eyes perfectly as he leaned against the wall.
"Are you sure? I'm ok with getting take out and watching a movie," he pushed the door open just a little more. Your face was still red and you looked frazelled. "You look warm," his hand lifted to rest on your forehead.
You jumped back, eyes wide. He stood frozen as he looked at you, door opening slowly wider as you both looked at each other.
"Seriously, I wouldn't if you would just stop doing that," you sighed, moving to fan yourself again and pace. He cocked a brow at you.
"Doing what?"
"Looking at me like that," you said exasperated, "Making me nervous and realizing I--" you stopped.
You never were good at filtering yourself. And right now, right after realizing you liked your brother's best friend much more than you should, you were even worse.
You looked back to him in the door way, his eyes wide and the smallest smile on his lips.
"Realizing you..." he paused waiting for you to finish. You swallowed, watching as he slowly stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him. You heard a soft click of a lock.
"Realizing that I- uhm..." you stuttered, stepping back as he stepped closer. You fell over your words till you felt the cool tile of the wall against your back.
San stood to close, eyes still holding a look that you struggled to name.
"Please tell me it's what I think it is," he whispered, leaning closer enough you could feel his breath fan over your cheek. He felt his thoughts going a mile a minute, your body language telling him everything he needed to know.
He knew you better than he knew himself. He knew the moment you stood at the table what was going on. He knew he finally got his wish, he just needed you to tell him out loud he was right.
He needed to hear it.
"Realize that I like you more than I should for just a friend," your voice was so quiet he almost missed it.
But the smile the spread on his face told you he heard you perfectly fine.
He was against your lips in second, hand tangling in your hair as you pressed against him. Your eyes widened, feeling years of his feelings pouring into the kiss in seconds.
You felt them flutter shut as he took a breath, hand leaving your hair to meet the other as they squeezed your waist.
You let out a small whine, hands shakily sliding up his chest. You felt his hands leave you and cover your own, guiding them up until your arms were moving to wrap around his neck.
He wrapped his own back around you, lifting you and spinning you around.
You laughed against his lips, heels echoing as he let you down.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," he whispered, lips ghosting against yours. You laughed, his arms not letting you go as he chased after your lips.
"I think I can tell," you teased, smiling at the low hum he gave you. This kiss was different, less pouring emotion and more heat, desperation.
You made the quietest noise before it ended abruptly.
You whined as he pulled away. He looked around and sighed.
"Come on," he pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled you to the door.
"Sannie," he sent you a look and you stopped.
"I've been waiting for this for too long to have all out firsts in a bathroom," the click of the lock echoed.
"It's a fancy bathroom though," you grumbled as he led you to the table, grabbing both your jackets and your purse before going to the door.
"Y/n," his voice was filled with a heat you didn't know he could voice. "You deserve more than anyone has ever promised or given you," he opened the car door and slipped you in. "Let me give you something just a little better than a fancy bathroom in a restaurant," his lips brushed against your ear as he buckled you in.
You took a deep breath.
"Ok," you whispered. He smiled, pressing a quick kiss you your lips.
"Good girl."
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You woke to a knock on your door, San still breathing evenly under you as you blinked in the sunlight. You sighed, hoping they would leave if you ignored them.
But another knock and your phone vibrating somewhere on the floor dragged you out of bed much earlier than you wanted.
You looked back to your sheets; the fabric laying lightly over bronzed skin, rising and falling as he sighed in his sleep.
This was a sight you could get used to.
Your smile fell when you found your phone.
Yeosang: hey I'm at the door ready for our lunch today?
Yeosang x fem!reader || idol x non-idol || established relationship
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Yeosang was peacefully reading in the living room, curled into his chair as warm lighting filled the room. The smell of that vanilla candle you lit before you left filling the apartment and making him smile.
The only thing that could make it better was if you were in your usual spot. Normally on nights like this you were found tucked into the side of the oversized chair, practically on top of him as he buried both of you in blankets.
You would sometimes read the book he had with him or give some sort of sideline commentary to his game, but most nights you let the blankets swallow you as you turned further into his side. You would smile and sigh, the sound making Yeosang's chest warm as he let you sink into him.
Tonight, however you weren't even in the apartment, let alone your normal spot.
You were out with your friends from high school, some sort of reunion that you had agreed to go to months ago. He offered to go with you, actually finding the idea of him being your bragging token for the night entertaining, but you shut him down.
You liked the idea of showing him off as much as he did, who wouldn't want to show all their old friends their partner when he's well... Yeosang?
But you knew this whole event was going to be a lot, the group hosting weren't known for their subtly, and you didn't feel like adding to the hectic night. So with a little spin for your outfit and a kiss on his cheek you left, leaving him to do his nightly routine without his extra heater.
He glanced up from his book, eyes immediately going to the clock.
1am.
He never minded when you stayed out late, mainly because you never did, but he was a little worried. The last text he got from you was that you were going out with your old group and would let him know when you were in the uber home.
That was 2 1/2 hours ago.
He didn't feel it as his finger started slowly tapping on his book cover, his eyes trying to focus back on his page. He read the same paragraph maybe 4 times over when he finally felt his phone buzz.
His book was closed and his phone in hand at the speed of light, his smile back at the sight of your name in the message notification on his screen.
He couldn't help but laugh at the message you sent.
YEeeooo are youawake?
Your spelling told him everything he needed to know.
Yes baby, coming home?
He watched the little message bubble blink for a second, disappearing and coming back a few times.
I wanttooo but I cant find thegirls :(
He stiffened a bit, worry taking over his expression as he sat up.
Where are you? I'll come get you
Your response was faster this time.
Oh my gos THe Yeosang coming toget meee
He could almost hear you giggling through your text, those small hiccups you got when you drank coming out at every breath. He relaxed a bit when you sent your pin as he slipped on his shoes.
Don't move ok baby? I'm on my way
Wat a gentlman I neeed a boyfirnd like you
He rolled his eyes at that text as he unlocked his car, jogging a bit as he left the apartment building.
You have a boyfriend like me! Your boyfriend IS me
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Another laugh came out before he could stop it, his foot going a little too heavy on the gas.
When he found the bar he pulled up to the curb, hurrying out and to the entrance. He was already getting a couple of stares but he didn't care, looking over the crowd to find you.
He let out a sigh when he saw you with the girls he'd seen in pictures you'd shown him, all of them checking over you like they just found you too. You were smiling, cheeks flushed and hair loose from the braid you had it in earlier.
He wormed his way through the crowd, a couple of flashes going off in his direction that he tried to ignore. When he got close enough he called out.
You turned, face brightening when you saw him. He wouldn't have believed it was 1 in the morning with the way your eyes shined like the sun. He smiled, letting himself fully relax as he reached you. You pulled away from your friends, diving into him and relishing in how his arms wrapped around you.
His gaze finally left you to find your friends, all of them staring at him wide eyed.
"Oh ah," he paused for a moment, smile turning awkward as he moved to bow slightly without letting you go. "Hello, I'm Y/n's boyfriend."
"Kang Yeosang?" he heard one of them whisper. "Holy shit."
"I told you! I knew you would know him," you turned away from him, his hands staying on your waist as you smiled at your friends. "He's so pretty right!" you giggled, those hiccups he loved following every one. Your friends seemed like they didn't really know what to do, to help you out with him or be in shock over the fact that he was who he was and standing right in front of them.
"Well," he smiled, deciding for them. You probably wouldn't mind, after all you barely even talked to these girls normally. "I'll go ahead and take her home now," he gave another bow and started pulling you away. You turned to him and pouted, pulling back on his arm.
"Honeyyy~ come on, stay for a few," you whined. He looked back to you, his calm push to get you to follow dying in his throat at the sight of the puppy eyes you were giving him.
Years of friendship, more of dating, even living together, and he doesn't think he'll every get over that look.
He took in a breath, feeling something suspiciously close to an agreement climbing its way up his throat when he shook his head.
He sighed and smiled at you.
"I need to drive you home, I can't drink," he laughed at how your shoulders fell and pout deepened.
"Please?" you gave his arm another tug. "I won't go unless we stay a little longer," you smiled a little, thinking you had the most logic proof argument on why to stay.
If you hadn't forgotten one small detail...
Arms...
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Your friends sent you pictures the next day of what they managed to get, not to mention what you saw online.
Kang Yeosang of the ever popular group Ateez, seen walking out of a bar around 1:30 in the morning, with a girl over his shoulder, legs lightly swinging as she propped herself up on his back.
You groaned into your pillow, throwing your phone under it as you did. Yeosang's sleep filled laugh vibrated the sheets under you as he leaned over and kissed your temple, his own phone out with his gallery full of different angles of last night.
"Honestly it's better than half the magazine shoots I've been in!" he laughed, rolling over to his back next to you. You shot him a glare that just made his laughter worse.
"I'm serious! I'm making this my profile picture," he snickered, hitting save just before Wooyoung's face popped up on his screen. He answered the call with a smile.
"How is our new found celebrity doing?" he laughed through the facetime call.
"She has a massive headache and will tell your best friend to block you if you don't shut up," you grumbled in response. Yeosang laughed again, this time paired with Wooyoung's whining.
"Yeosangie loves me too much! He would never..." the line went silent for a moment "Right?"
You cracked a smile.
"Happy wife happy life man, you taught me that one," Yeosang shrugged, sending your smile into laughter.
Half of him was aware of how much respect he had for Seonghwa. He might make fun of him plenty on and off camera but really, he respected him as his senior. He was someone that set an example for him in every way.
And the other half was stuck on you.
When he met you, he thought the air had gotten sucked out of the room. He was waiting in the green room for his makeup to be done, the other members all around the room at different stages of getting ready.
He was tapping away at his phone when he heard a phone ring, Seonghwa's voice following the sound.
"Hey! Oh you are? Yeah ok, awesome see you in a second," he put the phone back in his pocket and looked to find Hongjoong. "Guess what!"
The captain looked up from where he was adjusting his arm band.
"Guess who's the extra makeup artist for today?" he smiled. Hongjoong perked up.
"Oh my gosh she is?! Really?" Jongho looked up, seeing them talk in the mirror. He had zero idea who they were talking about but his curiosity was growing about who they were. It wasn't often that they got a different makeup artist, let alone someone they were this excited about.
And when the door opened next he got his answer.
Seonghwa's face brightened as he rushed to the door, hugging whoever walked in.
The first thing Jongho heard was your laughter.
It made him stiffen in his seat, confusing rippling over his face as he felt his heart beating harder.
Then he saw you wriggle out of Seonghwa's hold, moving to say hi to everyone. You gave a greeting bow before grabbing your case and moving it to the mirror next to him.
He felt his breath catch, his lungs tightening like he couldn't catch his breath.
You were one of the most beautiful people he's ever seen.
It made sense, being related to who you were but...
Jesus... he couldn't pry his eyes of you even if he wanted to.
He was staring still when you looked up and met his eyes in the mirror. You smiled, offering a small nod.
Having you so close to his face that entire time made his head dizzy, your perfume flooding his senses like some sort of laughing gas. He could barely focus on his own thoughts, let alone try and make conversation with you.
Now he was better at managing it.
You had been taken on as an official makeup artist since then, that plus being Seonghwa's family meant you were around him constantly. It was something close to torture to him.
Every time you walked past him, he felt lightheaded. Every look you sent him like fire on his skin. He wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what the feeling was and what it meant.
What was new was how strong it was. He had had crushes in the past, mainly in high school before their schedules blew up, but seriously he had never felt this strongly towards someone.
Now he was used to the feeling you gave him, the burn your eyes brought dulling to a low sting. He looked forward to the feeling honestly, since it meant you were looking at him.
Well...
He normally looked forward to it.
Right now though he could do with you looking a little less at him.
The sting from your stare was spreading over his skin, every inch of him feeling like it was getting hotter with each passing second.
He could barely think back to how he got into this position.
All of them were crammed in his dorm, music playing a bit too loud from a speaker in the kitchen. You all were spread out, some in the kitchen, some in the living room and hallway. You, Yunho, and Mingi were in the living room, the two teaching you some dance they made up.
Jongho and Seonghwa were watching from the hallway, both barely holding back their laughter at the scene.
You were clumsy enough to begin with, both of them knowing all to well how bad you were at dancing normally. But right now it was mixed with alcohol.
You're two left feet seemed to get even more twisted underneath you when you drank, and right now it was showing worse than it ever had. You were putting nearly all your weight on Mingi as you tried and failed not to catch your own heels.
Seonghwa looked at ease as he leaned against the door frame but Jongho... he was tense at the sight, no matter how amused he was. Seonghwa might not mind Mingi helping you stay up but Jongho was hyper focused on how your shirt dipped a little too low and how you were leaning over...
He didn't get your brother's trust as Seonghwa turned away and headed into the kitchen at Hongjoong's call.
He shook his head. Seriously he was being too much, Mingi wasn't even looking at you. He was laughing at Yunho who had knocked into the coffee table.
Mingi moved out from your grasp, going to try and help Yunho up. You stood up for maybe half a second before trying the move again.
Jongho knew immediately what was about to happen. You yelped, the noise swallowed by the music. You fell, closing your eyes and waiting for the hard landing on the floor.
Instead, you felt yourself land into two arms, soft hands landing on your arm and thigh. You opened your eyes, widening them at the man kneeling under you as he held you.
Jongho didn't know when he launched off the wall to catch you, all he knew was that the look you were giving him was starting to last too long. He could feel his pulse rising as you blinked at him, face flushing from what he asume was the alcohol.
But you knew it wasn't.
You were good at hiding it when sober, but now you couldn't hide shit.
You knew about Jongho long before you walked into that green room for the first time.
You had seen him in performance videos, the dance videos, the background of you and your brothers facetimes. You knew the second you saw him that you were done for.
And then you actually got to talk to him. You were scared you were being obvious, walking over to him first rather than anyone else. No one caught on though, no one questioned you when you talked to him more, no one noticed when you would sit next to him at every function since.
You always looked for him in a room, and at some point you realized that he always knew when you were looking at him. That was what tipped you off that he might feel the same.
But you knew better. He was your brother's junior, even if you knew he liked you back he wouldn't ever admit it out of respect for Seonghwa.
Knowing that you never made a move.
But from here you could see up close how he was getting nervous at your stare and you couldn't seem to get yourself to calm down. You bit down on your lip, trying to bring yourself to your senses.
Jongho's eyes got drawn to the movement, his gaze flickering to your lips. He took a deep breath, forgetting about Mingi and Yunho right behind him as he looked at you.
In all the time he knew you he didn't think he would see you show any reaction towards him. Seeing your face go red and the look of nervousness in your eyes, he couldn't hold his tongue.
"If you make that face at me I won't be able to stop myself anymore," his voice was quiet, but it brought you out of your drunk daze better than any remedy. You let go of your lip, opening your mouth to say something.
A small hiccup came out instead of words.
Your face seemed to get redder as your hand covered your mouth. Jongho smiled, feeling you jump slightly in his arms with every hiccup.
You blinked, looking back up at him as you tried to get them to stop.
"You can't say that sort of thing when I'm drunk," you muttered, feeling his legs shift under you but his arms not letting go.
"So I could say it if you were sober?" he laughed, the sound spreading through you like a wildfire. That warmth of his touch turned burning hot as you looked away flustered.
"I want to remember it when you say it. I can't if you say it now," you sighed. "You can let go of me now," you whispered, "I'm can't say I would be able to stop myself either you know."
Jongho came to a sudden realization that the look in your eyes wasn't just nerves. You were looking at him like he was the only man in the room, the only man in the world. Like he was the only one that could solve whatever problem was rattling around in your head.
Like all you wanted was his hands to stay on you, contrasting what your words were telling him.
Neither of you moved, his stare flickering between yours and your lips. You could feel the air getting thick between you two.
It was Mingi that broke the trance.
“Seonghwa! Come get your sister she fell!” He looked over to you two on the floor, apparently taking your lack of getting up as some sort of injury. “Did you hurt your ankle?”
You blinked, ripping your eyes away from the man you were leaning on.
“What no I-“ Seonghwa came in, taking in the scene. There was no trace of suspicion on his face as he kneeled next to you.
“I told you to be careful,” he shook his head and looked you over. “Did you hurt yourself? Jongho did you get hurt?” He looked at you both waiting for an answer.
You opened your mouth to deny it again, the words dying in your throat at the feeling on Jonghos hands sliding down your back to the seam on your shirt.
His hand brushed bare skin and you stiffened.
“I think she just twisted her ankle, I’ll take her home,” he lifted you, shuffling out from under you and helping you stand.
You stared at him.
You were fine, what was he even saying.
Your brother nodded next to him, patting his shoulder.
“Thanks, Y/n put some ice on it right when you get home,” he ruffled your hair and smiled. You started calling him as he walked away but it again was stopped by the man in front of you.
His leaned down, arm finding the back of your knees as he scooped you up into the air.
You yelped, eyes widening at him as he smiled.
You stared at him, speechless as he walked to the door. You could hear Wooyoung and Mingi whining as they saw you two, something about how Jongho never does anything like that for them. He rolled his eyes at them before readjusting you.
"Arm," he whispered, nudging you to put your arm around his neck. You obliged, his hand behind your back dropping at he leaned down and grabbed your shoes and keys at the front door.
"What are you doing? You know I'm fine," you hissed at him, looking over his shoulder at how unbothered the others were before the door shut and your view was cut off.
He didn't try and put you down once you were out of sight, his grip instead tightening as he heading to the elevator.
"I have no idea what you mean," his smile turned playful. "I swear I can remember you saying your ankle hurt and you wanted me to take you home right away."
"I never said that!" you countered, wiggling in his arms. He laughed, a deep sound that you could feel right to your core.
"How else am I supposed to get you alone?" his voice still help amusement, but his eyes turned soft as he looked to you. "After all, I need to sober you up if you want me to repeat myself from earlier."
You wouldn't be shocked if he could feel your heartbeat through your chest as you pressed against him.
You felt yourself hit a seat before registering you were at his car.
"Your serious?" you voice was too quiet as he buckled you in. Quiet enough you didn't think he heard you until he backed up. He stayed just inches away from your face, eyes going to your lips again before a small smile spread on his lips.
His lips were soft against yours as he pressed forward.
Your sound of surprise died quickly as you felt him sigh against you.
It was like every feeling he had for you was being poured out through the kiss, like this was all he had ever wanted for himself.
You felt his hand grazed up your jaw into your hair, your own hand fisting his shirt as you let out a whine.
He pulled away at the sound, eyes closed and taking a deep breath.
"Jongho..." his name came breathy from your lips. He finally looked at you, pupils blow from just one kiss.
"Let's go," his whispered, pressing a quick peck on your cheek before closing your door and sliding into the driver's seat. "If we don't hurry I think I'll have to pull over," he leaned over and whispered. You stiffened, his hand intertwining with yours as he pulled out of the parking lot.
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Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, Seonghwa's name popping up next to a message notification. You barely glanced at it before dropping back into your pillows.
You sighed, not having the slightest bit of energy to even sit up.
Still, you opened your eyes at the sound of your bedroom door opening.
"Come on, I made breakfast," Jongho's voice was hoarse as he sat down next to you, hand running up your leg from where it poked out under the blanket. You slowly looked at him, his hair still a mess from the night before as his tank top sat wonky on his frame.
He slid his hand higher, running over you until it met your hair. He pushed it back, leaning sideways to meet your stare straight on.
"I think my ankle does hurt after all," you muttered into the pillow.
He laughed, dropping down to his knees and propping his chin in his hand against the bed.
"Oh really? I would've guessed it was your back, or your-"
"Breakfast you say?" you popped up, ears slowly turning red. "What's on the menu?"
Jongho couldn't hold his laugh as he watched you hop up and make your way to the kitchen. His attention was drawn away from your phone buzzing again.
Seonghwa's face was now big on the screen, the ringing vibrating against the wood of your nightstand.
His jaw tensed, but he still got up and followed you.
That wasn't something he wanted to think about right now; not when you were about to fall all over again, legs shaking from something much different than alcohol.
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This one almost got away from me. Lowkey made me change my rules. Sorry for taking so long, moving might genuinely be the death of me.
If he had known it would be like this he would never had even introduced you two.
But god this was bad and he couldn't do anything about it.
You and Wooyoung absolutely hated each other.
And right now as he sat there, you two arguing back and forth, it progressively getting pettier and pettier as you both tried to stay 'civil' in a public space, he thought back to when you met each other.
He didn't know that that wasn't actually when you two met each other.
You obviously officially met him through your brother, but your first talked to him a week before.
You had gone out, dancing away with your friends at a club. You had just had a rough break up and need some sort of distraction. You were buzzed, you were distracted, you were happy.
And then you two saw each other.
He was out with some high school friends, just a get together that ended up there. He wasn't going hard that night, enjoying his drink at the bar top and people watching.
His eyes were drifting over the crowd on the dance floor when they found you.
You held his stare, smiling and winking before turning back to your friend.
He was off his seat in a heartbeat, weaving through the crowd to you.
You glanced back to see him making his way towards you and smiled.
"I think I might not be going back with you guys tonight," you laughed, your friend smiling in return.
You knew it was him when you felt a hand slide over your hip. He leaned down to your ear, your friend winking at you and turning away at the sight.
"Hello beautiful," his voice cut through the loud music and chatter. You felt yourself leaning back into him and smiling, both of you moving in sync like you've known each other forever.
"Hi to you too," you laughed. The sound was like music to his ears.
"And what is this gorgeous girl's name?" he smiled against your ear lobe. You sighed, letting the shock roll down your spine. You turned, arms looping around his neck like you’d done it a million times.
"Y/n," your voice was like honey. The name sounded familiar to him but with the alcohol in him and you on him he didn't care. "And yours mister handsome stranger?"
"Wooyoung," you could barely think about dinner earlier, let alone his name. Especially when his hands slid and grabbed at your waist.
The attraction was there with just eye contact, you both sticking to each other like glue the rest of the night. He bought you another drink before going back to the dance floor, you moving against him like you knew just how far to take or before making him crazy.
Your touch was addictive to him. His voice was like a drug to you.
He had just started kissing his way down your cheek, getting closer to your neck when you both felt your phone vibrate in you pocket. You groaned, grabbing it and seeing who was calling.
Wooyoung's blood turned cold when he saw.
San's face was plastered on your screen, the nickname sending his head spinning.
Dearest Brother🙄
Oh god.
He looked up at you and finally the name clicked.
That smile.
You looked up at him, kissing his cheek before tapping his shoulder.
"I need to take this, wait for me by the bar," you winked, walking away towards the bathroom.
Wooyoung would love to say he was mature about it. That he waited where you asked and told you no. That he was honest with you.
But he wasn't.
When you came back he was gone and you couldn't find him anywhere.
You were hurt, you'd be lying if you said you weren't. It was like a punch to the gut after the break up and you felt like he just stopped liking you.
So when San finally had some time and asked you to meet the members, your pleasantries died the moment you saw him.
No matter how drunk you were, that face was burned into your mind. Just the touch of his hand was enough to send you back to that night.
You barely looked at him, turning away from him and going back to introducing yourself to the others.
San noticed your coldness immediately, brows furrowing and going up to Wooyoung.
"Did you say something?" he asked, bumping his shoulder. Wooyoung clamed up, knowing exactly what the issue was but knowing he couldn't say anything.
“Nope,” he was stiff as he responded, San noticing how choppy he sounded.
“Something wrong?” He asked again, trying to pull the answer out of him. Wooyoung sent him a look before shaking his head. San held his hands up defensively, letting go for now.
That look screamed at him to back off.
San wasn’t the type to pry when it came to Wooyoung, but when it came to you?
He pulled you aside, his face telling you he caught on to your attitude. He barely opened his mouth before you held your hand up.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you gave him a scarily similar look to the one Wooyoung gave him. You too were so similar it threw him off.
He stopped, letting you walk away and sit.
Now, even years later, you two hadn’t talked about it, hadn’t worked it out, and still argued ever. Single. Time.
San finally reached his limit, putting his hands down on the table and calling the waiter over. He handed him his card and looked to the both of you.
“I don’t know what happened to make you too not like each other this much,” the waiter, probably seeing the argument, was quick with returning his card. “But I can’t stand this anymore,” he stood, chair scrapping on the floor.
You stared at him, surprised he actually said something.
Your shock turned to mortification when he started walking out.
“Wooyoung, you’re driving her home. You two need to work this crap out or I’m gunna go crazy,” he rushed out before you could catch him. You stared at where he was, feeling the blood drain from your face.
You could not believe him.
You were going to tell you mom.
No better yet you’ll tell your sister.
You scoffed, still staring at nothing when Wooyoung finally laughed. Your head whipped to him, glare set hard on your face.
“And what do you think is so funny?” You crossed your arms, sitting heavy in your chair.
“Your face. It’s like being with me actually kills you slowly,” he smiled with no warmth. You rolled your eyes, looking away.
He stood, grabbing his keys and waiting next to you.
“What?”
“I’m driving you home remember?” His voice sharp with that snarky tone he always took on with you.
“I’d rather walk.”
“Yeah cause I’d let you do that,” you looked up at him, surprised to see he was seriously. He almost looked offended at the surprise. “Don't look at me like that, I’m not a complete asshole.”
You stared at him for another second before he sighed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your chair.
“Come on.”
The first half of the drive was silent, your leg bouncing as you leaned away from him.
You were still annoyed about your first meeting obviously but these past couple years had just stacked more resentment on top of it.
Mainly because you two seriously seemed to be made for one another.
You both agreed on almost everything, you both had the same habits, the same tics, even that same food preferences. It was aggravating.
You refused to acknowledge it though; he was as a nitpick about your every action and that initial ghosting stung more than you’d like to admit.
Wooyoung didn't fight the silence, his own annoyance too high to get over. You were frustratingly magnetic, every reaction you gave him making him want more. But he knew the only reaction he could get out of you was something tied to anger or frustration. He beat himself up every time he thought about how you two met, wishing he stayed and handled it differently. Even when you met a second time, he wished he tried harder to work it out with you.
But every time he found himself about to reach out San would pop into his head, the idea of who you were reminding him to keep his distance.
You felt yourself getting more frustrated at the silence, both of you stuck in your own worlds making the air grow thick with tension. You glanced over at him, watching as his hand slid down the side of the wheel and stopped at the bottom.
Infuriatingly attractive.
Your eyes moved up his arms to his face, seeing his jaw tick as he thought about something you would never guess.
You don't know why you suddenly wanted answers after years, what made you need to know why your relationship was what it was after so long, why you two could never get over whatever wall was blocking you.
But something in that moment, the silence of the car or the obvious turmoil on his face, made you finally brave enough to ask.
"What is this?" you could've said it nicer honestly but you could be damned to watch your tone right now. You saw his arms stiffen at your voice. "Can you just tell me why you don't like me? I don't know how I was the one to offend you but I would love to know," you crossed your arms.
He scoffed, shocked that thats how you saw this. That he didn't like you. He could've sworn he was being pretty obvious that it wasn't dislike but a constant fight to keep himself under control.
"Is that seriously how you see this?" he laughed, only making you more confused.
"See what? What is there too see besides you constantly picking a fight."
"Picking a fight!? Do you not remember you're the one that gave me the cold shoulder first?" He knew he said the wrong thing there.
"Oh you wanna talk about who did what first?" you laughed, a sharp annoyed sound that felt like a stab to his gut. "I hope were not forgetting your little disappearing act."
His knuckles went white on the wheel as he pulled into your apartment lot, not responding until he was parked. He turned to you and you were surprised to see something like guilt in his eyes.
It went quiet again and you felt something snap, moving to get out of the car and slamming the door behind you. Wooyoung groaned, pursing his lips as he got out after you.
You were fast, already halfway up your apartment stairs by the time he caught up to you. He grabbed your wrist and you yanked away, spinning around a few steps above him.
You were a bit taller than him now, the height making him feel your anger harder than normal.
"Just go away Wooyoung," you were radiating anger but your eyes were pleading with him. You couldn't handle it if he saw you cry right now.
"I didn't want to leave before," he didn't know what he felt, frustration at you for being so stubborn, guilt for him being the reason you were making such a sad face at him.
"Then why did you?!" you yelled, feeling the tears welling up even as you tried to hold them back.
"Because..." his voice trailed off, his face falling at he watched your eyes get glossy. You laughed, not fighting it this time when he grabbed your hand.
"Because. Yeah what a great answer," you laughed halfheartedly. You could feel a tear fall and you cursed yourself, moving too quickly wipe it away like he couldn't see.
He watched you fight to keep yourself together, not backing down to whatever this was no matter how you felt.
The words left his mouth before he could stop them, quiet and heated after years of keeping them locked up.
"You're San's little sister, by best friends' little sister," he hissed.
You felt your heart stutter for a moment.
You thought back to the vivid memory of that night. Your brother calling you and you stepping out for a second. The split second of panic you saw on his face before you left and how you brushed it off as the alcohol.
"That..." you blinked at him, another tear falling and you doing nothing to wipe it away. "That was why you left?" your voice was quiet, taking him back. Did that thought never cross your mind?
"Why do you think I've been fighting with you for so long?" he let out a breathy laugh, feeling any trace of anger leave him as he looked at the realization dawn on your face.
"But... you hate me," you laughed, wiping at your cheeks and looking away, not thinking you could meet his eyes. The look on your face felt like it was breaking his heart. He hated arguing with you every day, he hated having to use it to keep you at arm's length.
"I never hated you," his voice took on a tone you don't think you had ever heard from him before. "Arguing was the only way I could think to keep myself away from you..." you looked back over to him, eyes glassy as they moved around his face.
"You're like a damn magnet," he pursed his lips, free hand moving up and wiping another tear away. "I can't get away from you and every time I'm around you, you hook me in to some stupid argument. I thought if I fed into it you wouldn't want to be around with me, you would be the one to cut it off since I couldn't," his voice grew shaker by the second.
You laughed, his eyes moving to yours in a panic.
He didn't even know what he wanted you to say.
Whether he wanted you to push him away for his friendship or he wanted you to jump on him, your brother be damned.
“I couldn’t cut you off even if I tried,” you gave him a small smile that made his chest squeeze. “You were constantly there, constantly reminding me how much I…”
You took a breath, seeing his eyes staring at you expectantly making you nervous.
“How much I still liked you.”
Wooyoung thought he could fly. This was something he only wished for in his dreams.
But…
"All this because of my damn brother," you laughed at yourself. Wooyoung felt himself droop. You were going to turn him away, you were going to make the smart decision.
The... right decision.
"God what the hell," you cursed under your breath, eyes looking up for a second before coming back to him.
The air stilled for a moment, neither of you moving as you stared at each other.
He was about to give up, about to start back down those stairs and back to his car. Back to your routine of fighting and avoiding each other.
But just as he looked away you grabbed his collar and dragged him up to you.
He froze when you pulled his lips to yours, his pulse spiking as he tried to register what was happening.
You chose him.
You. Chose. Him.
His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you down to him as he practically swallowed you whole.
"I should've never left," his words were muffled against your lips but you smiled none the less. "God I should've done this so much earlier."
You sighed into him, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and pull you against him. Your feet left the ground and he started up the steps. He didn't stop until you were against your door, his hand moving to your pocket to get your keys.
He backed up finally to get your door unlocked, you gasping for air as his lips grazed down you.
"Woo," your voice was ragged as he opened your door and backed you in. He finally met your eyes again, door clicking behind him.
That smirk you always found infuriatingly handsome spread across his face. He kissed your cheek softly, hands running down your spine. You shivered, arms wrapping around his neck.
Both of you froze when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
You pulled it out, that same picture and name from years ago popping up on the screen.
You looked up at Wooyoung, trying to read his expression on what to do.
His eyes were burning into you, barely glancing at the screen. You could feel the heat radiating off him.
"Don't you dare answer," his rasped. You smiled playfully.
"Why? You'll run away again?" you teased. He grabbed the phone out of your hand, tossing it somewhere on your couch before grabbing and lifting you up again. Your laugh vibrated through his chest, sending a smile to his lips.
"Not a chance."
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"Did you two talk it out?" San asked, arching a brow at you two. You hadn't argued in almost a week and he was suspicious of the peace and quiet. He didn't think you two would actually listen to him.
You glanced over at Wooyoung, him returning the look and shrugging. You could see the corner of his lips twitching upwards.
"Something like that," he smiled, sending San back a couple steps.
"Oh my god actually?" he gapped, smiling as he looked at you. You smiled back, patting his shoulder.
"We called a truce," you sighed, looking at Wooyoung amused. You didn't know how you would ever break this to your brother smoothly.
But for now...
"Enjoy it while it lasts," you laughed.
You wanted to enjoy it a little while longer.
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He had met you when you were in middle school and he was about to graduate high school. He was already training at that point and you were infatuated with the dance classes he and your brother took.
Mingi would sneak you in to every practice he could, sitting you in the corner to watch so he wouldn't get in trouble.
Yunho always entertained you when he got a break, teaching you the moves he was learning or taking you to get snacks.
He loved watching you as you tried to copy him. You were the little sister he never had, Mingi and you taking him on as another sibling.
That was how everything started at least.
He had left for their US training when he learned you were joining the company as a trainee. When he got back he was thrilled, running into the building to find what training room you were in. Mingi beat him too it, already in there awkwardly accepting the attention from your other trainees.
You were gagging at the scene in the corner, trying to call your friends over away from him. It was no use, none of them listening as your brother stole every eye in the room. He laughed, dodging the cluster and going to you.
"You look less than entertained," he smiled. You looked up at him, ignoring that familiar tug at you heart. He was too handsome even after being on a plane all day.
"They just love you two for being debuted," you huffed, looking back to your brother. "Too tall, the both of you," you grumbled under your breath. He laughed at your commentary, putting an arm on your head as if to make the height difference between you two more pronounced. You swatted at his arm, scowling at him.
Infuriatingly handsome.
Yunho would like to say he was around for your training and debut. But every time it seemed he had time you were off on some promotion event for your group. He still talked to you of course just more over the phone than in person.
He watched you on screen all the time though. He was almost more on top of your schedule than Mingi was, following it so close he would forget his own at times.
Mingi always made fun of him for it, saying he was a better brother to you than he was. Yunho took the title with pride, showing you off any time he could as his 'amazing little sister'.
You honestly couldn't tell if you hated or appreciated the title.
On one hand it warmed your heart that he was so proud of you.
But on the other...
You couldn't help but feel like he would always see you as a little sister, no matter how old you got. You thought you were pretty at least, and if anything your groups popularity agreed with you on it too.
Maybe if you had just met him later he would look at you differently.
Yunho felt like he was drowning every time that line left his mouth.
He was proud of you don't get him wrong, just the wording hurt him every time. He knows exactly when it started to sound wrong, when he started saying you were his friend rather than 'sister'.
You were at a performance together.
Both of you were performing one after another. The hosts thought since you and Mingi were related it would make a good transition for your two groups to meet on stage as a little collaboration moment.
They had just finished their performance, all eight of them slowly moving to the transition positions as the light dimmed.
He was trying to catch his breath, looking around as he took his spot behind Mingi for their walk when he saw you.
You were heading up to the stairs towards your groups start point, the glitter covering your outfit glinting in the lowlight.
You swung your hair over you shoulder, looking up to the ceiling and taking a deep breath. As you looked back down your eyes dropped, a cool smile sliding onto your face.
The dimmed lights did nothing to hide how beautiful you looked in that moment, glitter sending a wave of colored flecks across your skin.
He almost missed his clue when the lights came back on, a spot light hitting you and practically making you glow.
Your outfits were supposed to angel themed, the white glowing under the lights and making you look like you were coming out of some hazy dream.
He felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight.
He stumbled a bit, fixing himself almost immediately. He tore his eyes off you, letting muscle memory take over as his brain fought him to look back.
You and Mingi met in the middle, doing your act before you stepped passed him.
You sent a wink to Yunho.
Yunho was surprised he didn’t ruin the whole performance right there and then.
He felt that wink in places he didn’t even want to admit.
Honestly he's impressed with himself. He never knew he was this good at hiding how he felt about you. He thought he would get found out by the end of that show. He thought you would waltz right up to him and tell him not to look at you like that and loose the feelings fast.
But no, even years later he's somehow been able to hide it. Or well... he thought he was good at it.
But really the way you two looked at each other maybe neither of you were very good at hiding it.
That performance didn't just knock the sister title away from you but also the blinders off his eyes. Right after you got off the stage you went to him. Not to Mingi, not to your manager, him.
"How'd we do?" you smiled, bouncing up to him like you always did.
Like.. you always... did...?
Bells rang in his head when you tilted your head at him.
He smiled so wide you thought something was wrong. You furrowed your brows at him, giving him a questioning look.
"Yuyu? Is everything ok?" you put a gentle hand on his arm.
Everything was more than ok, everything was absolutely perfect in his book actually. But just as he was about to say everything, tell you how sorry he was for making you wait for him to realize and actually see you, the reason he couldn't came in.
"Hey Squirt!" Mingi's hand ruffled your hair. You whined, swatting at him and pressing your hair back down.
"Watch it, I still have to go on stage later," you gave him a look as he laughed, putting his hands up in defeat.
"Alright, alright. Sorry, sorry," he smiled, flicking at the wings strapped to your back. "Angel theme huh?"
"Pirate theme huh?" you cocked a brow at him and looked him up and down. He returned your mocking look from earlier before starting down the hall. "You can at least tell me I did a good job!" you called after him.
He turned around smiling.
"Great job Squirt," he gave you two thumbs up. "Were coming to get you later for a dance challenge, be ready!" he gestured he was watching you before spinning around again and jogging to their waiting room. You looked back to Yunho.
"New dance?" you asked. He smiled and nodded.
"New choreo for our comeback next month, figured you can keep it quiet," he winked at you and smiled at the way your cheeks turned the cutest shade of pink.
"Well I will be waiting for my favorite dance coach to teach me," you laughed, the sound sending a shock down his spine. How did he miss how much he loved that sound?
He looked at where Mingi had disappeared to down the hall, disappointment rattling through his bones.
He couldn't tell you how he felt. There was a reason besides his blindness you never told him, and unfortunately that reason was set in stone.
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Considering all of that, Yunho was mortified at the situation you were both in now.
You were having a hard time recently. Last week he had taken you out to lunch, wanting to celebrate your groups first full album release with you before he got too busy.
Unfortunately a reporter caught sight of you two before either of you could get inside. The picture they took and posted though...
Your face was the only visible one, his back to the camera as you smiled up at him. If he didn't know what the photo was he would have loved it. You looked so happy and carefree, like you were at the one place you wanted to be at most. That face and the fact that it was directed at him? He could die right then and be happy.
But the context of it was blown out of proportion. The article was all about you having some secret affair and being rebellious against your group and company after disagreeing with this albums theme. It was a completely ridiculous claim, but those always seemed to be the publics favorite.
You knew it would blow over in a couple of weeks, honestly maybe even days with how news traveled in this industry, but it still hurt seeing what people said. You weren't even in a relationship but reading what everyone thought about it if you were really sucked. That and the fact you couldn’t even say the article was right.
God you wish it was true.
It was even worse since you still had plenty of performances to do while waiting for it to blow over. Today was one of those annoying performances.
You were hiding out in a back hallway, closing your eyes for a moment and leaning back against the wall. You cracked your eyes open to the sound of footsteps.
You sighed in relief when Yunho was the one that rounded the corner.
He was sucked into his phone, tall frame slowly getting closer. You took the chance to really look at him.
What you’ve been saying all these years still hung true. He was infuriatingly handsome. Even just tapping away on his screen was almost addicting to watch.
When he finally looked up you smiled, the shine in his eyes brightening as he jogged up to you.
“What are you doing all the way back here?” He asked, tilting his head at you playfully. Your smile turned pursed as you glanced back down the hallway.
“Hiding from cameras and staff. It seems the only questions I’ve been getting lately are ‘is that article true’ and ‘can I get you on record?’,” you let out an exasperated laugh as you looked back you at him.
His gaze held his empathy for you but also something else. Something closer to anger that surprised you. He rarely got worked up enough to be genuinely mad about anything.
“It’ll be fine though,” you put a hand on his arm, confused but trying to make that twinge of negativity go away. “It’ll blow over in a week or so.”
“Still, they could’ve done some more insulting on the guy. Seriously who only gets one photo and calls it good when there’s still a mystery man out there?” He scoffed. You blinked at him for a second before bursting out laughing.
“Yunho, you are the mystery man?” You didn’t know if you meant it as a question or a statement. You didn’t really care, another wave of laughter coming when he just shrugged his shoulders.
“Well we can only know that for sure if the reporter wasn’t so lazy,” he huffed. You smiled at him, finding him completely ridiculous but comforting none the less. You got taken out of the moment when you heard footsteps.
A lot of footsteps.
Your eyes widened, head whipping around to try and find somewhere to hide. Yunho looked over to where they were coming from.
"Didn't you say it should be fine?" he teased, already grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards a door. You glared at him, quickening your pace as the sound got louder.
"Don't be a smart ass now," you grumbled, pushing him into the door way and shutting the door behind you.
It took you a second to realize how close the two of you were. You slowly looked over your shoulder to where he was practically flush against you. You felt how stiff he was against you, the quick pace to his breathing and steady race in his pulse.
Yunho didn't think about this. He was planning on stashing you in the closet and just acting like your guard while they passed. He didn't think you would shove him in here with you. He didn't think the closet was this cramped.
You swallowed thickly, letting out a breath when you barely moved and felt him pressed against your back.
Both of you had the same thought in the back of your head.
You can't.
You turned around slowly, hoping facing him would make it easier.
He wished you stayed facing away from him. Your front pressed against him, him looked down at you looking up at him through your lashes.
He didn't even think you knew how you were looking at him, eyes wide and lips parted. The glitter on your eyes sparkled in the lowlight just like that damn performance years ago.
He sucked in a breath at the memory, still vivid in his mind. Your brows tilted up as you stared at him.
"Yu?" you didn't think the air could shift so fast. It felt like the space between you was somehow shrinking.
"I want to do something that I shouldn't," he whispered, the footsteps outside dying as he did. You took in a breath.
"Something you absolutely shouldn't," you agreed.
"But I've been wanting to for years," his voice took on something desperate. You couldn't tell if it was desperate for you to stop him or for him to stop himself.
"Well..." you paused, seeing his eyes close as he waited for you to respond. He steeled himself for your rejection, telling him that you were his best friends little sister, that he was out of line and needed to back off.
Even if he knew you felt the same, you always had more common sense than he did.
"I think it would be ok," his eyes flew open, looking at you desperate to see if it was the truth. You had a shy smile on your face, bottom lip in your teeth as you looked away. He let out a breathy laugh.
His hands were on you in a second, catching the back of your head and waist and pulling you somehow closer against him.
"We shouldn't," he was leaning closer.
"You’re right.”
"They footsteps are gone," his nose brushed yours. You tilted your head up, breath fanning his face.
“Right again.”
“We should go back.”
"Yunho," you breath. He hummed, eyes watching you as your eyes closed. "Just kiss me."
Good lord.
He practically swallowed you whole, every sound you made dying in his throat. You sighed, the feeling of his kiss was like everything you ever needed in life.
You felt the cool wood of the door against your back, his hand gliding from your hair to your cheek. You felt like a drug, like something he could get addicted to off just the first try.
You grabbed at the hem of his shirt, the rough glitter of the material not registering as he filled your senses. It was like years of built-up need rushing into you both at once. He trailed away from your lips, moving down your cheek to your neck.
You whined, his hands gliding under your top.
"Yu," you sighed, the thought of the performance coming up slowly fading away as he nipped at your skin. You yelped, feeling him smile against you. "The performance," you gulped. "We both have makeup done already. "
He laughed, moving back and up to your lips again.
"I could care less about make up right now."
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You barely made it to stage on time, the makeup artists on you till the last second.
"God how did you mess it up this badly," she scolded, brush furiously moving against your eyes. You chewed on your bottom lip.
"The bathroom was just really warm I guess," you lied, clearing your throat as you adjusted your skirt.
Just as you got into place Yunho and the others passed you. All of them smiled and waved, Mingi mouthing good luck to you and giving you a thumbs up.
Your eyes met Yunho's and you smiled, him sending you a wink and a smile. He turned away as Mingi looked at him confused.
He didn't know how he would deal with this, how he would work around the pesky problem that was your brother. But he knew was that now that he had you he wouldn't let you go.
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So sorry this took so long these weeks have been odd. If you’d like to be added to taglist :)
Yeosang x reader || slice of life relationship || suggestive fluff
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You let out a loud sigh, letting your legs slip down from the couch. The rest of your body slowly followed until you disappeared between the couch and coffee table. You groaned, trying to push yourself up again but to no avail.
Textbooks were scattered all around you, history text practically floating around in the air. Your notes were laying with them, different colored chapter notes and study guides littering the floor and table.
You cracked an eye open, searching for the clock on the wall.
2am.
You let out another groan, closing your eyes again and shoving your face into the pillow you took down with you.
You still had three more chapters to go over before your final tomorrow. The thought of reading another word about stupid Neo-what’s-his-name and his damn horse made you think you'll go insane.
Just as you were about to give in to the sleep that was begging to take over you, the chime of your door bell rang.
You didn’t move, whoever it was could leave. It was 2 in the morning for crying out loud who would ring someone’s doorbell at this time.
It rang again.
Maybe a neighbor needed help or something? Seriously who thinks anyone would answer at this time in the morning?
A third ring.
You let out another heavy sigh, dragging your phone towards you and opening your doorbell camera. When the image popped up you felt your annoyance disappear. Even with you feeling like a limp noodle you could feel yourself smile a little.
Yeosang stood there, ball cap and mask covering most of his face but it was unmistakably him. He was hiding something behind his back as he looked down the hallway.
You hit the microphone button.
"You should be asleep," your voice floated into the hallway, making Yeosang jump. He turned back to the door and you could see the smile in his eyes.
"Surprise~" he tilted his head at the camera. "Come get the door its cold," he complained. You rolled your eyes, not even trying to get up.
"You have a key do it yourself," the speaker crackled as you let a laugh slip into your voice. He groaned on the other end, loud enough you heard it through the door. You smiled, dropping your phone as you heard keys jingling.
You turned back into the pillow at the sound of the door opening and his footsteps coming into the apartment. You didn't move when you heard the door shut behind him.
Yeosang looked around, stepping out of his shoes and into a pair of slippers you kept for him as he came further into your apartment.
You were nowhere to be seen, your books basically taking over the space as quiet music played through the room. His head darted back and forth, confusion coming over him.
"Y/n?" he called out for you. He heard papers shift and a quiet mumble from around the couch. He smiled, coming over and peeking just pass the table.
You were laying face first in a pillow, highlighters and notes scattered in front of you. Your braid was a mess across your shoulder, his sweatshirt sitting loosely across your frame.
You lifted you arm barely to wave, his laugh coming out before he could stop it. You turned your head to glare at him, a pout on your face as your hand smacked to the floor again.
“Having fun?” He laughed.
You moved your hand it what he guessed was supposed to be a half hearted flip off.
“Your wonderful boyfriend is here you could at least greet him,” he patted your head.
“Mmm,” you didn’t move from your spot. He sighed, holding in another laugh.
"Come on get up," he set whatever was in his hands on the table and grabbed you arms, pulling you forward. You twisted your wrists out of his grip and tucked them under yourself.
"No~" you whined. "My brain can't take anymore." He couldn’t hold his laugh this time, the sound filling your ears as you heard him walking around the table. The next thing you knew his hands were wrapping around your ankles and pulling.
You yelped, grabbing at nothing as he pulled you back. You were half way out from your hidey-hole when he stopped for a second. You took it to swivel around, trying to twist out of his grip again. He simple readjusted, crossing your legs and grabbing you again before tugging.
This yelp was more of a laugh. He fell back this time too, yanking your legs halfway onto his lap. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with wide eyes.
"I asked nicely first," he gave you a sly grin, grip still firm on your legs.
"You didn't even say ple--" he pulled you again, this time dragging you fully into his lap. His arm glided under you, pulling you up against him. You took in a sharp breath, eyes wide as your hands landed on his shoulders.
"Please..." his voice was quiet now. He had that glint in his eye he always got when he was teasing you. You rolled your eyes at him, hitting his shoulder.
"Oh don't try and be cute now," you made a face at him. "Why are you even here. It's 2 am and you have work tomorrow," you questioned, trying to look at what he brought with him.
His hands went to your sides, not letting you turn or move.
"Wha--" he leaned close to you, your words dying in your throat. A hand left your waist and you heard paper shuffling behind you before something soft brushed your back.
"Close your eyes," he whispered. You looked at him suspiciously. He scoffed. "Come on close them, I'm trying to be a cute boyfriend that surprises his girlfriend," he whined. You fought a smile and closed your eyes, listening to the shuffling of paper.
"Ok..." you cracked your eyes open at him.
His cap and mask were gone, his hair tussled and messy. He had your favorite smile on his lips, the nervous one that told you he was happy but didn't know what to say for it. He was watching your face nervously, eyes darting around to read your expression.
Finally, you looked down.
A bouquet of tulips wrapped in news paper sat in between you, the paper slightly crumped and the string around the center loose and lopsided. You felt your mouth open but no words came out, a smile slowly spreading across your lips.
The hand still on your waist tensed a little.
"I've been busy lately," he spun the bouquet a little, "I wanted to come earlier but no where had tulips and all the ones that did weren't very pretty."
You looked back to him, that shy smile still there as he spoke.
"It took longer to make than I thought it would," he laughed awkwardly, the sound warming your chest.
"They're perfect Yeo," your voice was softer now, you hands moving to take the flowers from him. You didn't fight your smile this time, letting it win as you looked at the flowers.
Yeosang looked at you, nervous you wouldn't like it. The slow smile that spread on your face made the tension is shoulders lift.
He felt his own smile spread as you stared at his gift, the soft light from the lamps around you giving your face a warm glow. You seemed to shine in the light, like an angel that he was lucky enough to be chosen by. He felt his chest twist, his heartrate rising as your smile grew sweeter.
"So you like them?" his hands returned to your waist, cool fingers sliding under his sweatshirt and sending a jolt through you as they brushed bare skin.
You laughed, putting the flowers to the side and diving on top of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you fully leaned into him. His arms slid around you but you were moving to fast, taking both of you down flat to the floor.
"Thank you," you whispered, "I don't think I can study anymore after this," you giggled in his ear. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck and squeezing you tightly.
"Good," he hummed, chest vibrating underneath you as he moved to push both of you back up. You backed up from him a bit to see a teasing smile on his face. His arm stayed tight around you as he stood, pulling you up with him. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before sliding his hands under you.
"I didn't plan on letting you even if you wanted to," his voice took on the octave you only ever heard when he was trying to...
God this man.
You gave him a look, giving a fake pout as you looked away.
"You've gotten bolder," you glanced back at him and he was still giving you that look. You pursed a smile at him.
"And you," he bounced you up once, making you squeal. "Might need to reschedule that test later."
"Oh? And why would that be?" you tilted your head at him as he started walking.
"The same reason I might be calling out of work," he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You sighed, leaning back a bit and persisting the pout on your face.
"That's not an answer," you whined. You looked back at him and your eyes widened.
His brow was quirked as he stared at you, not even needing to look where he was going as he walked down the hall way towards your bedroom.
"I think my smart girl can guess why," you felt your face flush as he kicked the door open, his laugh filling the room as you hid your face in his neck.
He closed your bedroom door with a click, the history books and notes forgotten in the living room. Those last three chapters didn't matter too much in the end anyways.
He ended up being right about rescheudling.
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Something indulgent while I work on the next part of Irresistible :)
You know you shouldn’t date people based on looks but personality but you can’t deny it anymore. You have a type for pretty people and you refused to force yourself to like someone that didn’t look the part.
You weren't blind when it came to dating, after all if you even expressed the smallest interest in a guy that didn’t have the looks your brother would dig into you for weeks. You had dated a couple of people that were at you usual level too, but the pattern there was just bad personalities and bad boundaries.
And Hongjoong on your ass about “leagues” everyday.
That little pattern has led you to where you were today in fact, too many years single with no effort to change that status.
Seonghwa was happy and devastated by that arrangement.
He's been living off a different piece of information. Single Y/n meant he still had a chance, even if he would never act on it out of respect for his and Hongjoong's friendship.
The con to that though was that... well he couldn't really do anything about how he felt. He had recognized the feeling almost immediately, cursing himself and hiding in his room for days over a simple smile you sent him.
You two met when they were still in early debut days, you and your eldest brother going to visit Hongjoong backstage before a performance. You had just graduated, only a year younger and entering college.
When he came into the dressing room to see you laughing at something Hongjoong said he thought he was sick at first.
It felt like every muscle in his body forgot how to work as he stood in the doorway frozen. You had that same air that Hongjoong had to him, that silent confidence that rung out no matter what you were doing. That aura that made people want to watch and listen.
Then you looked at him.
Bells rang in his ears, his inner voice screaming at him to move. Your eyes sparkled in the terrible lighting, smile so vibrant it was blinding. Your face from then will always be framed in his mind.
When his body remembered how to move he could barely manage a smile, coming up to your little trio.
"Well hello," he forced out, bowing to your older brother before turning to you. "I knew you had a brother but a sister too?" the way he smiled at you had an immediate affect. You felt your knees weaken, wishing you could move his hair out of his face so you could see the whole thing in its glory.
God he was pretty.
It got worse when you both got older.
Now, years later, you pushed the feeling down as hard as you could.
Seonghwa was amazing in every way, whether to you as a friend or just someone older than you to get advice from. It was worse that he was, fortunately or unfortunately you couldn’t decide, exactly your type. You couldn’t cross that line though. It was going too far even for you.
Seonghwa on the other hand wished that line would burn in hell. Recently especially it felt like torture to even sit in the same room as you let alone talk to you. Just your presence was enough to drive him insane.
All of that to say, you both should have seen today coming.
It really was only a matter of time.
You had blown Hongjoong off a dozen times, knowing you couldn't avoid it forever but trying anyways. Finally he showed up at your apartment himself, dragging you practically by your ear to his dorm where the rest of the group was waiting.
Including the very reason himself for your constant denying on your brother, who was now sitting right next you while everyone else was passed out.
The movies credit were rolling and everyone was passed out along the long couch or on the floor. You and Seonghwa were the only ones awake, seated by yourselves on the love seat.
You were laughing quietly at your brother, his face somehow ending up buried in a pillow when Mingi fell asleep and fell on top of him. The picture of all seven of them half piled on top of one another and dead asleep was something you couldn't pass on. You grabbed your phone, slowly standing on the cushion you were sitting on and opening your camera.
You wobbled slightly as you positioned it, snapping a couple of pictures before you felt it.
A hand slowly trailed up from your ankle, settling behind your thighs. You looked down to see Seonghwa staring up at you, hand behind your leg keeping you steady.
You took in a breath, wobbling again and feeling his hand press into your legs. Seonghwa's gaze never left yours, only a small smile breaking out on his lips.
"I'm not gunna fall," you mutter at him quietly, an action not needed as everyone asleep was now snoring like they would never wake up again. Seonghwa laughed a little.
"You always say that when you do something like this. And every time you do, you always end up--" as if on cue your leg shook and your foot slipped on the fabric of the cushion. You took in a sharp gasp, swinging your arms out to balance yourself before tipping sideways.
You felt two arms around you before you hit the ground, peaking through squeezing you eyes shut already knowing what you’d see.
You were met with Seonghwa's smug knowing smile as he held you.
"Falling."
The music over the credits filled the room as you stared at him wide eyed, that easy smile staying on his face. You could feel his heart thudding against your hand.
You would've laughed if you weren't trying to get your own heart rate to calm down. You swallowed thickly, not willing to be the first to break eye contact.
Seonghwa thought his heart might give out at any moment. You were staring at him with those doe eyes he never could say no too, the look of surprise on your face so adorable it made his head dizzy.
He took a sharp breath before putting you down, walking off to the kitchen before you could say anything. You stood there, staring at where he disappeared into the kitchen.
Seonghwa knew you would follow him but had hoped you wouldn't. He drug a hand down his face, already feeling how warm he was. He knew he was bright red, a smile fighting his lips as he slipped through the doorway. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, hoping it would cool him down in anyway before he had to look at you again.
It wasn't enough.
You came around the counter to see him guzzling the glass, face still bright red. You smiled, laughing a little before covering your mouth with your hand.
He glared at you.
"It's not polite to laugh at you elders," he grumbled, only causing your to laugh harder.
"You're only a year older," you smiled, moving to be right next to him as he set the cup down. "I'd like to see you not laugh if I was this red," you tapped his cheek before moving back, hopping up to sit on the counter.
"You're red right now," he commented, turning and leaning back on the counter across from you.
"Well of course I am, I'm the one that fell!" you crossed your arms and huffed as if that was a good reason behind your flush. He rolled his eyes, obviously not believing your bluff.
You two were remarkably good at this. You both were painfully aware of whatever there was between you two, and both were too good at ignoring it.
But he really could deny he liked when you looked at him. Loved when he had your full attention. Loved when he could pretend he wanted ignoring it, the look in your eyes so heavy it made it heard to pretend it wasn’t there.
There was a sense of pride that you liked him too, even if you wouldn’t admit it.
Seonghwa watched you as you checked your watch, raising your brows when you saw the time.
"Jesus, I need to head home soon. We should wake the others up and--" Seonghwa was even surprised when he cut you off.
You shut your mouth in an instant when you felt his touch. He had moved off the counter, fingers gently pushing on your chin until you looked at him.
He was closer than he planned to be. He wasn't planning on even moving to be fair so anything was a surprise but he was barley an inch from your face now.
He just wanted to have your eyes on him again. He loved it when you watched him and hated it when you looked away.
He just wanted to push your head up again to look at him.
He accomplished his goal at least.
You were watching him with wide eyes, mouth clamped shut and time forgotten. He was practically standing between your legs, one arm leaning on the counter beside you caging you in. The other kept your head up and gaze set to him.
"Hwa?" your voice was barely a whisper, an emotion charged in his name that he knew all too well. It was what he felt every time you stepped in the room. Every time you stole all the air from his lungs. Every time you took every thought in his head.
He found himself leaning closer.
"You have to push me away," his voice was quieter than yours, you almost couldn't hear him. "You have to push me away if I'm reading this wrong," his breath fanned your face, his voice dripping with something you couldn't put into words.
You held your breath, watching as he leaned closer until his lips are just barely out of touch.
"Please..." he sounded desperate. "Please push me away."
You knew he was right. You knew you should've pushed him away.
Hongjoong would murder both of you if he found out even this much was happening in his own kitchen.
And yet...
"I can't," those two words were all it took.
His hand slipped from tipping your chin to sliding against your cheek, combing back into your hair. You don't know when you grabbed him but your hands were gripping the button line to his jacket and you pulled him in. His lips crashed against yours and god... it was everything you wished for.
Stars erupted behind Seonghwas eyes, the feeling of you on his lips better than anything he would ever have imagined.
You felt like a drug, sending his head into a spinning mess in seconds as your lips melted to his. He moved both hands to your face, cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss.
You let out the smallest whine and he felt his mind go completely blank. Every worry about who you were, every concern about the others just a room over, every wonder about how exactly you felt, all of it went out the window.
He swallowed you whole, not giving you a moment to breath as he pressed into you. You legs loosely wrapped around his waist as your arms looped his neck. His hands traveled down your sides, running light touchs up and down your spine before pulling you forward and up off the counter.
You let out a pitched noise that was promptly swallowed by him. He barely backed up, lips still on yours as he spoke.
"Shh, I don't think I would be able to stop even if the others woke up," his voice was thick with need as he warned you, diving back in before he was even done talking. You smiled against his lips.
He didn't let you breath again until you were desperately smacking his shoulder, every time you tried to back up a bit he was chasing after you. Finally he set you back down on the counter, letting you gasp as you tried to catch your breath.
His nose brushed yours as your chest heaved, brows furrowed as he tried to kiss you again.
You put a hand up, blocking his lips. He whined, grabbing your hand and turning it, kissing around your palm to your wrist. You let out a breathless laugh.
He moved your hand to put a hot kiss to your cheek. He kept his lips on you, moved around your face before coming back to the corner of your mouth. You moved back before he properly kissed you again.
He let out a whine.
"Please," he begged, giving you a puppy dog stare you had seen on camera a million times. It didn't do it justice.
"Hwa, the others are literally in the next room," you felt your face get impossibly warmer. "If any of them wake up I think I would die from embarrassment."
Seonghwa relished in the flush of your cheeks. This was what he had been desperate for for weeks, no... years. This is what he's been wanting to do since nearly the moment he met you.
And the sight of you, face bright red as the flush moved its way down your neck to your collarbone. God he was on cloud 9.
He pulled you off the counter again, letting your feet hit the floor before grabbing your hand and dragging your out of the kitchen. Your quiet questioning went on deaf ears as he grabbed his keys and slipped on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" you whisper yelled at him, tip toeing around the sleeping boys.
"Where are your shoes?" he asked, knowing the others wouldn't wake up to just his voice.
"I- I don't kn--" You were cut off by his arm wrapping around your wrist, pulling you too close. You thought he was about to kiss you again when you hoisted you over his shoulder.
"Seong--" you yelped, clamping a hand over your mouth as he opened the door. You only spoke again after he locked it and started across the hall. "Park Seonghwa what are you doing?!"
"Finishing what I started," his voice was steady but filled with impatience as he unlocked his door.
The moment it was closed with you two inside he put you down and pressed your back to the door, lips on you again.
"I told you I don't think I can stop," his words were muffled against your lips but you didn't care anymore, thoughts turning to mush the moment his hands were on you again.
You let him move you wherever he wanted, every concern about what the others would think disappearing with every touch.
The only thing that stayed in your mind was one word.
More.
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Joonie: Where are you? Your shoes are still here
You barely gave your brothers text a glance before slipping your phone back under the pillow. Seonghwa's grip tightened on your waist, his face tucked into the back of your neck as he sighed.
"Do you have to leave?" he asked quietly, breath hot on your skin. You smiled and laughed.
"No, just have to come up with a good reason why I'm over here and not over there," you hummed, stretching out in his bed. His grip didn't loosen on you, instead pulling you closer as you twisted.
You felt him kiss your shoulder, up your neck, stopping at your cheek.
"Just never answer and stay in here forever, I won't mind," his voice was thick with sleep as he tucked back into you. You laughed quietly, running a light hand down his arm.
"That would be avoidance my dear," you sighed, feeling his slow smile on your shoulder.
"My dear?"
"Shut it."
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That he tried to treat you as just his best friends little sister.
That he tried not to see when you snuck glances at him from across the dinner table when he came over.
That he tried to shew the thoughts of you away when they came late at night.
That he tried not to stare at you when you came out with them on their last night out.
But he couldn't lie to save his life, and unfortunately he didn't even think about trying.
The moment he met you he was stuck on you, seeing you as he came over to Wooyoungs for dinner the first time. He was young then, he thought the feeling would go away with time.
But he saw how you looked at him the same way.
As you both got older it just got worse, turning into him desperately trying to hide his interest when Wooyoung mentioned anything that had to do with you.
Everyone just thought Yeosang really liked Wooyoungs family, which technically wasn't wrong. He did love his family and how you all were together. He just also happened to really like seeing how you were... all the time.
Neither of you were surprised when it all came to a head.
All of them gathered in Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Jongho's dorm as they got ready to go out. Yeosang was content with his pregame seltzer, leaning against the entrance to the hallway as he watched Yunho and Mingi debate over what to drink next. Wooyoung hummed as he left the bathroom, going to his room before groaning loudly.
Yeosang turned, following the sound with San on his heels.
"Y/nnn," Wooyoung whined as he pulled on his closet door. Your make up was spread across his dresser, the clothes you were wearing when you came scattered over his bed. Yeosang felt his back straighten, the can in his hand denting slightly in his grip as he tried to focus on his friend.
"Give me a minute!" your muffled voice came from the other side of the door Wooyoung was now kicking lightly.
He blocked out the thought that was immediately brought to the forefront of his mind. If this was his dorm. If your clothes were scattered in the same manner but over his bed, and you definitely weren't blocked from his view with a closet door.
He took a steadying breath, San sending him a glance as he stepped into the room.
"Is she stuck?" he asked, walking up to the door behind Wooyoung.
"No I'm not!" you called again, loud shuffling following. "I'm changing and he's impatient!"
"But my shoes are in there," he whined again. He stumbled as the door opened abruptly. Yeosang couldn't see you still, but he could feel you looking at Wooyoung with the look you always gave him when he was acting like a child.
"You need to work on your patience," he saw your hand ruffle his hair. "No one would believe you're older than me if they heard you whine," you laughed.
Wooyoung pushed your hands away, turning his head to make a face at you as he side stepped you into the closet. San laughed, patting Wooyoung's back as he leaned down.
"She's right you know." He laughed as Wooyoung swatted at him and grabbed his shoes.
Yeosang said nothing
He felt like all the air in the room had suddenly vanished.
When Wooyoung moved out of the way you pulled your hair over your shoulder, raking your fingers through it and looking in the body mirror across the room. You let out a hum of satisfaction at San's agreement with you, leaning down to grab the pair of heels at the end of the bed.
You weren't in something he’d expected you would be in for a night out, or at least something he assumed someone your age would normally where.
A shirt that fell of the shoulder with flowing sleeves, a necklace sitting gently on your collar bone, your heels fitting snuggly under boot cut jeans. He could see the stars you had drawn on the hip as you adjusted your heel.
Finally you looked up, a loose strand of hair falling over your face as you met his eyes.
You gave him a smile, something hiding behind it he knew all too well. It was the same thing hiding behind his own smile as he nodded at you.
You looked away, riffling through your make up bag on the dresser. Yeosang let out a breath, eyes scanning the room for anything that wasn't the gentle dip in your back as you leaned on the dresser and looked into the mirror above it. You dabbed at your lips, eyes catching his in the mirror again for a moment before Wooyoung's arm draped over him.
"If you're gunna crush your can do it over the sink dude!" He pulled him out complaining, Yeosang finally noticing how he had half crushed the can in his hand. The seltzer was spilling into the top when he finally relaxed his hand.
"Y/n hurry up! Were leaving soon!" Wooyoung called as Yeosang sent one more look back at his bedroom door. You hummed an acknowledgement as he heard you walking around again.
He bit the inside of his cheek, taking a sharp breath before downing the rest of the can. Wooyoung looked at him wide eyes, Mingi laughing as they reentered the kitchen.
"What's gotten into you?"
"It's a pregame isn't it?" Yoesang muttered, grabbing another can.
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Yeah so maybe this wasn't the best idea.
After getting to the club and a couple too many shots you were desperate to dance, finally getting out from Wooyoungs over bearing stare.
You happily went to the floor against his protests when he pushed Yeosang towards you.
“She’s not gunna listen to me that it’s to crowded over there, can you talk some sense into her? She listens to you,” Wooyoung begged. Yeosang hesitated at first, relenting quickly when he almost lost sight of you. He jogged to catch up to you, grabbing your wrist.
You whipped around, expecting your brother to be dragging you back.
Instead you were pleasantly surprised to meet Yeosangs worried face.
“Come back please, there’s to many people,” he raised his voice over the music and you still barely heard him.
“Oh come on it’s not that bad,” you smiled and tugged him into the crowd.
It was long before you realized your mistake.
You did your best not to push into him more than you already were, someone pushing you impossibly closer from behind. They had overloaded the club tonight, the air stuffy with body heat and smoke. The smell of alcohol radiated from the people around you as you fought to find a small open spot in the crowd, any way to escape where you were now.
Yeosang was sufficating even from across the room, but him being this close to you... so close that you could feel his heart beat and his unsteady breathes...
You were driving yourself crazy as you tried to ignore it.
Yeosang wasn't fairing any better, only joining you to try and keep you from getting crushed. Now he might as well be the one crushing you as the crowd pushed you both closer than you thought possible.
Finally you looked up at him, a pleading look in your eyes as the lights danced of your skin. Yeosang felt his heart pick up, his breathing hitch. You glanced down at his chest, music blaring in your ears and buzz filling your head from one too many shots.
You don't know when you got so close to that dark corner in the back of the room. You don't know when you decided you couldn't take the lack of distance, you don't even know when you made the decision in your head that tonight would be it.
Tonight would be when you both threw out whatever stupid idea of respect for each other out the window.
Yeosang's hand drifted up your side, sending shivers from where his fingers grazed. He felt you gasp, eyes wide as your gaze stayed on his face.
Slowly he worked up to your jaw, moving back until he covered the back of your neck. Another push from the crowd and you were against the wall, Yeosang's free arm resting against it by your head.
You could smell the lemon and tequila on his breath. His pupils were blown as they looked at you, looking over your face for any sign of disapproval.
You felt your face flush, sobering in seconds at the look he was giving you.
You could see his resolve crumbling by the second as the music swelled, his face holding a storm of emotions that you were sure mirrored your own.
You felt your chest rising and falling faster, his eyes falling from your own to your lips.
"Yeo..." you didn't say it loud enough to be heard over the music or crowd as they now sang along with the DJ. He watched your lips move and felt something snap.
The last who knows how many years of ignoring and fighting how he felt when he saw you rushed into him at once. Every time you had walked passed him and grazed your arm with his. Every time he sat a little too close.
Every time you both looked at each other at the same time, looks charged with something neither of you could let surface.
All of it was thrown out in seconds.
Your hands grabbed at his collar just as his tilted your head up. His lips crashed onto yours, desperation and need practically pouring out of him the moment he got to you.
It wasn't what you thought it would feel like. You always thought if this ever did happen it would be slow, maybe in a quite living room with something sweet leading up to it. You never thought that it would be so... heated.
Both of your couldn't get enough of the other, your hands tangling in his hair as he cupped the back of your neck and waist. He pulled you full against him, your back arching against the wall as you felt his neck vibrate with noises you couldn't hear.
His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you gasped, his eyes fluttering slightly to see your surprised reactions. He smiled against you, nipping at your lip before swallowing whatever noise you tried to make.
You molded to his kiss perfectly, as if you were made for him. He was sure you were as you let go of his head and wrapped your arms around his neck. He straightened, pulling you with him and backing you flat against the wall. His hands fell down your sides, grabbing under your thighs as you wrapped your legs at his hips.
No one even blinked in your direction, shadows falling over the corner you two took up and the music so loud it almost covered the sound of your heart thudding in your chest.
Almost.
You could still hear it rushing in your ears as he lifted you, the cool wall hitting your lower back making you jump.
You felt him smile again at the reaction, feeling the hum he let out rather than hearing it. You separated for a moment, finally opening your eyes to see him. Low light bounced off his back, making him look like he was glowing.
If it wasn't for the look in his eyes you would have said he looked like an angel. But that look... oh god.
It was like he was ready to devore you in one bite.
You cupped his jaw and dove back into him, feeling the rush of air he let out as your lips met again.
He squeezed your thighs, pushing into you as if it would ground him at least a little. He felt like he was flying, every movement you made sending shocks down his spine.
You barely remember him putting you back to the floor.
You hardly even glanced at your brother when Yeosang muttered some excuse to take you home, how he passed as normal completely beyond you.
You barely remember him pulling you out the door and calling a cab.
You don't remember how you even got through the door to your apartment with his hands roaming all over you.
But you remember every touch, every burning kiss he left on you that night, every sound he let out like music to your ears.
Yeosang doesn't think he would ever forget a moment, a mix of pure bliss that he was finally on you and throwing every concern about who's sister you were out the window.
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"Mmm," Yeosang smiled before he was even fully awake at the sound. You turned under his arm, tucking your face into his chest. He felt you take a deep breath, curling further into him.
He tucked his arm under your waist, rolling you on your back and him on top of you. You let out a whine, fidgeting under him as he tucked himself into the crook of your neck.
"Yeo~" you freed your arms and wrapped them around him, patting at him like that would get him off you. "I can't breath."
"Yes you can," his tired voice came muffled from your neck, vibrating against your skin. "You like this don't lie."
You sighed, finally giving up and relaxing under him. You could feel him smile against you as you did.
You took a breath, recalling what happened in the last 24 hours and letting out a laugh at yourself. What were you gunna do now.
"It’ll be fine," Yeosang read your mind as he propped himself up on his arms, caging you in as he stared down at you. His hair was an absolute mess, sticking up every which way, his chest littered with red and purple marks.
"It's creepy when you read me like that," you mutter, turning away from him before you started something again. He laughed, coming down to put a light kiss to your cheek.
"Been doing it for years, I can't just stop now," he hummed against your cheek. You smiled, looking back to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let you drag him back down, arms wrapping around your waist. You laughed as he pinched your side, not ready to get out of bed and face reality.
And completely missing the sound of your phone—lost on the floor somewhere in your clothes— vibrating with Wooyoung's name on the screen.
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