SYNOPSIS: James comes home tired and clingy… until he notices something on your neck. Little does he know, it's a prank.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: helloooo! this was requested by an anon(tysm btw!) hope u guys enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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You hear him before you see him. The soft click of the door, the quiet shuffle of shoes, the familiar sigh he always lets out because he's relieved he's home.
You're cooking when his arms slide around your waist from behind.
"Hi love," he murmurs, voice warm and tired.
You lean back into him "Hi."
He rests his chin on your shoulder, gently swaying you side to side. He always gets clingy after long days.
He starts to kiss your cheek. then your jaw. then the side of your neck.
then he stops.
his hands tighten slightly around your waist.
"..what's that?" he asks quietly.
you keep chopping the vegtables. "what's what?"
he doesn't answer right away. you feel him shift, trying to get a better look at the faint mark you blended onto your skin. his breath catches a little.
"did you.. hurt yourself?" he asks, voice loe. "or.. is that from someone?"
he says it gently, like he's afraid of what you might say.
you turn to face him. his expression is calm, but his eyes are searching yours, steady and serious.
'it's nothing," you say.
he reaches up and lightly grabs your jaw, brushing his thumb over the mark. his touch is light, almost hesitant.
"it doesn't look like nothing," he says softly.
his thumb stays on the mark, barely touching it, like as if he's afraid that if he touches it one of his worst fears would come true.
"did anyone come over when i was gone?"
you hum, keeping your face neutral. "no?"
he goes still, "are you sure, you know if someone touched you like that.. i'd wanna know."
you swallow a laugh "why?"
he hesitates, only for a second, "because i care, and i would want to know if my partner was cheating on me."
"james im not," you say, turning back to the counter.
he watches you for a moment. then steps closer, his hand resting lightly on your hip.
"okay," he says quietly. "i trust you"
you hear the tiniest bit of uncertainty in his voice.
he kisses your cheek again, but its a bit different, as if he's reassuring himself you're still his.
then he burshes your hair aside to look at the mark again.
his thumb presses a little more firmly.
it smudges.
he freezes.
"..wait."
uh oh.
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh.
he wipes his finger across the mark. it fades.
he stares at his thumb, then at your neck, then at you.
"you've gotta be kidding me," he whispers
you grin. "surprise!"
James closes his eyes, smiling as he lets out the a soft exhausted laugh.
"i was actually worried," he mutters, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "you're evil."
you turn to face him. "you fell for it."
he lifts his head, cheeks warm and eyes soft.
"well yeah, it looked real!"
you smile. "guess that means i should be a makeup artist huh?"
he hums, brushing your hair back again, thumb tracing the now faded spot.
"you know.. if you ever want something like that," he says, voice low but gentle, "you don't need makeup."
you raise a brow. "oh?"
he trails slow kisses down you neck. "yeah, i can give you one." he murmurs against your skin, "or more than one."
WARNINGS: none, just mutual embarrassment and awkward cuteness (also not proofread, and i think there might be typos)
SYNOPSIS: You’re an intern editor who usually works behind the scenes.. until you’re suddenly assigned to the production team. Keonho tries to act cool around you, not knowing you’ve seen every goofy moment he’s ever made on camera.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hiiii! here’s a keonho fluff thingy where he has a crush on u! this was requested by an anon(tysm for this aa i love writing ittt!) enjoy everyone!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
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You weren’t that nervous about the rotation week.
after all, you’d been editing the boys for months. hours of footage, retakes, bloopers, mic tests, and the occasional moments where some of then did cringy things that you had to pause the video and rethink your life.
you knew them better than they knew you. or.. atleast you knew their unedited selves.
stepping into the production studio for the first time still made your stomach flip. It was loud, busy, full of staff moving equipment and adjusting lights. You were supposed to “observe,” but you already felt out of place.
Then Keonho walked in.. or seonghyeon. even though you've edited them for months, you still can't tell them apart.
whoever it was, the spotted you instantly. you watched his posture change faster than you could finally figure out it was Keonho. His shoulders went back, his hands in pockets, expression suddenly neutral, almost bored. Trying so hard to look nonchalant.
“Uh- hi,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “You’re… the editor intern, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I’m just here for the week though.”
“Oh.” He nodded back, too quickly. “Cool. That’s.. cool.”
He leaned against a table. The table rolleda nd he almost went with it.
You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.
He cleared his throat, pretending nothing happened. “So, uh.. you edit our stuff?”
"most of it," you said. "especially the behind-the-scenes."
His face went red.
Like as if he suddenly remembered every embarrasing thing he's ever done in front of a camera.
"Oh," he said, quietly. "So you've.. seen seen things."
You smiled. "A few."
He looked away, his ears turning pink. "Right. Yeah. Even the things I do.." he mutters, almost as if he's talking to himself (he's not cs u can hear him loud and clear)
You didn't mean to tease him, but it slipped out. "The wink you tried to do during the REDRED practice choreo was.. something."
His head snapped toward you. "YOU SAW THAT?"
"I edited it."
He covered his face with both hands. "Nooo. Please forgive me noona."
You huffed a laugh, and he peeked thorugh his fingers, eyes bright but still mortified.
He then dropped his hands, straightened up. "Well," he said, his voice soft, "I guess it's nice to meet you in person."
You felt your cheeks warm. "You too."
He smiled, a real one, not the cool act.
As he leaves and waves goodbye to you, you realize that he wasn't embarrased you'd seen him and his stupid antics.
