#jongho blurb

[byuls-world]

Summary: Ateez left to Japan for overseas activities. Jongho calls you as soon as they land.

Fandom: ATEEZ

Pairing: Jongho x (f)Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: none

Word Count: 380

A/N: I am back with another Jongho fluff. Hope you enjoy it💕

"Ugh we just had lunch but I am ready to call it a day" - you tell your coworker on the way back to your office. "So tired" - you fight a yawn.

"Late night last night?" she asks following you.

"More like early morning. Had to send my boyfriend to the airport like really early and couldn't catch sleep after. Honestly I could use some nap now. Or coffee"

You walk into the coffee shop when your phone rings showing Jongho's name on the screen. You excuse yourself and step out to answer the call.

"Hey honey!" - you say trying to not sound tired.

"Babe! we arrived in Japan. Heading to the hotel now" - Jongho's voice a little tired but cheerful.

You smile at his words:

"you could have called me later. You must be tired". You say so but still happy he called.

"I know. But I really wanted to tell you something so i had to call you right now. And I wanted to hear your voice" Jongho chuckles making you blush in delight.

"I miss you" you say softly.

"Actually... I miss you too" - Jong says, "that's why I called you to confess a crime" he giggles a little and you hum in response. "I took your perfume with me"

"Oh?" you try to remember if anything was missing on your shelf this morning. "Which one?" you ask in curiosity.

"The one you always spray on me when I stay at your place... and the one you pair it with when you use it on yourself. This way I can pretend you are with me".

The warmth spreads in your heart and you giggle in response:

"Ah... I was looking for the second one today. I see where it went now. You little stealer... Stealing my heart with your cuteness".

"That's all I wanted to tell you. Hope you have a nice day at work. I love you" Jongho tells you quickly.

So you bid your goodbyes, but you can hear Jong's cute giggle before he hangs up the phone.

Maybe you don't need a nap anymore feeling all energized and happy after the call. So you go back to the coffee shop planning in your head your next date with Jong when he comes back to Korea.

© 2025 Byuls-World. Original work. Do not repost, copy, translate, or upload to other platforms without my explicit permission.

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[sugarbabymingi]

So like I came with something but not certain if that's what you needed. But I already came up with it so I'm sending anyway 😤 So about mean dom!Jongho…

Will definitely have you tied up in some way. Preferably an uncomfortable one that will make it harder to focus on pleasure.

Will put a gag in your mouth and ask you questions, then act disappointed when your voice comes out unintelligible.

Will generally love to give you silly tasks just for the sake of degrading you and making you feel a little less like a human being! Like making you write degrading things on your body, having you crawl around the house on all fours, telling you to bark like a dog… He finds it so cute when you're too embarrassed to do any of it at first, and will coax you into it gently, because he knows some of it requires you to go out of your comfort zone. But will find it extremely satisfying when you grow into them and become more and more confident and eager to do them just for his entertainment. He loves to train you like that.

Will slap your inner thighs to make you spread your legs, or any other body part as a command for you to move the way he wants. If you're too slow, will manhandle you (and will not be gentle about it).

Will grab your flesh and squeeze so hard you're squirming and whimpering, just for the sake of it. Might do it repetitvely until you're spent from the pain, and panting, and too tired to even squirm anymore. You will likely have both bruises and muscle cramps after.

Likely the classic: edging you for hours and then forcing you to cum over and over again. But might also keep you in denial for days before that - and you're not allowed to relieve yourself, of course - just to see you desperate and frustrated, ready to do anything for him to finally take care of your needs. Can and will mock you for being a sex addict because you're unable to think of anything else at this point. Also, see the point about self-degradation - because he will use your desperation to trade your dignity for an orgasm ✨

Condescending, but never in an impolite or vulgar way; he never loses his cool, never shows neediness. It's your role to be the desperate one.

I have accidentally tricked myself into horny by just writing these.

All of this on company time, by the way.

eeee omg wait I love this so much I hope you don’t mind me expanding on it

been so long since I’ve fed yall, everyone say thank you to miss girl for giving me inspo

I feel like he’s so into restraints bro probs has like the ones that he can attach to the bed, maybe even a spreader bar omg. though his fav way of restraining you is using his own body weight, he thinks it’s cute the way you squirm under him. i could write a fucking essay on him fucking you prone bone-

Ik yall have seen that video of him slapping wooyoung’s back— bro has SUCH a heavy hand. he’d probably spank you til his handprint is red and imprinted onto your skin 😩 loves to manhandle you too like he’s flipping you into any position he wants and you better not complain if you don’t want your face shoved into the mattress. he doesn’t tolerate whiners

likes to spread your ass for him, he just likes how each cheek fits perfectly in his hands. spits on your hole and watches it drip down like a fucking perv but you can’t ever complain when he immediately starts rubbing at it with his thumb.

I just know this man’s arm strength is insane, he likes to pin you down with his forearm over your lower belly as he finger fucks you, bringing you to the edge over and over just to rip it all away from you. looks you in the eyes and mocks your pretty little whines cus he’s mean like that <3

but then he finally gives you what he wants and pushes you to the brink of overstimulation. his hand gets all shiny from your wetness and it just glistens over the veins so prettily, he’s addicted. your poor cunt is sensitive and clit is all puffy, he knows you’re nearly at your limit when your legs start kicking but he’s not done with you yet.

loves loves loves to make you beg for him to finally fuck you despite being on the verge of tears from sensitivity. he’s trained you to take his cock and take it well, you’re just his pretty little slut after all. gets off on hearing you sob out pleas for him, coos at the way you’re so obviously fighting against your body’s instincts to push him off because you want to please him. makes his dick twitch just thinking about how submissive you can get for him, so much that you’re willing to sacrifice your sanity for the sake of making him cum.

[mingtinys]

[9:26 p.m.]

pairing : choi jongho x gn!reader

fluff , slight chaotic ateez , sleepy jjong

warnings : none

word count : 1.2 k

a/n : soft and clingy jongho is officially my favorite thing to write now .

Jongho is ninety percent sure you have a secret superpower. It's the only logical explanation his mind can possibly fathom. Because how else can one explain the complete and utter serenity you're able to cast over him like a spell? How your mere presence can silence his brain and calm his anxieties. He's pretty sure you could silence the world if you really tried.

And as he lays in bed, half on top of you, with his arms around your waist and face pressed into the junction of your neck, he's even more sure of it.

As he melts into your embrace, his thoughts no longer run in double time. Everything about you feels warm. Comforting. Safe. The way your fingertips graze past his scalp and work tangles out of his hair. He counts each stroke the way one would count sheep to lull himself to sleep. The faint scent of your body wash clings to your skin and lingers in his nose. It works like an amortentia potion he'd see in some Harry Potter movie. It all brings him to a state just between consciousness and a land full of dreams. One he welcomes readily.

Until the characteristically loud and deep voice of Song Mingi, followed by the even louder and identifiable squeak of Jung Wooyoung’s laugh, jolts him alert. His eyes fly open for just a moment and shut again twice as fast. Perhaps they'll take pity and leave him be if he really lays on the exhausted maknae act. Yeah, as if.

"Jongho~"

Don't move, don't move, don't move. Just look asleep.

Multiple pairs of footsteps can be heard shuffling closer and closer to the door. Then a knock. Then Wooyoung says, "It's my room too, why are you knocking?

"I don't know, to be polite?" Though muffled, it sounds like San. He must be with Wooyoung and Mingi.

There's a soft click of the door and Jongho sinks further into you, burying his face so that it's hidden from his new visitors. You cradle his head as if to protect him from the group and Jongho relishes in the feeling it brings. His members will likely tease him for being so touchy. He already knows what Wooyoung will say. Probably something along the lines of: "Oh, so you do like to be babied, just not by us, huh?" or "I thought you hated skinship." But he doesn't particularly care. Certainly not as your free hand comes to trace soothing shapes into his back.

"Jongho, come on, we're doing four v. four in–"

Jongho never does discover what game they decided on, as you're quick to shush and scold Mingi for his volume. "Keep it down, he's sleeping."

"Oh, now that's adorable." The comment comes from Yunho.

"But we all agreed on game night sometime this week," Wooyoung whines, and yet again you shush him. Even as you chastise the boy your voice is but a steady whisper.

"Ah, we can have it another day." San seems to have taken the hint and quieted down. Jongho can hardly hear him with the way he's tucked his head into your shoulder, but his coos still reach his ears. "Do you really wanna ruin this moment?"

"You know we get hit if we even try to baby Mr. "I hate skinship" like that." Despite his fussing, Wooyoung still lowers his voice.

"Guess I'm just special."

You have no idea.

"Well, that's just unfair."

Despite how amusing Jongho finds your teasing Wooyoung to be, he desperately wants to sleep. So in an attempt to hurry everyone from his room, he draws in a deep breath and releases it out in a dramatic sigh, shifting slightly in your grasp.

Jongho isn't sure what exactly you do next. Though he assumes his stirring must have prompted quite the menacing look from you judging by the way the room silences and Mingi declares, "You know what, we can just do it another night."

See. Superpower.

"I think that's a great idea," you whisper back, voice sweet and saccharine. "Oh, and can you turn the lights off on your way out? Thank you, Yunho."

Jongho waits for the door to click shut and the sound of footsteps to fade down the hallway before he peaks one eye open. He lifts his head, scanning the now dim room. "Are they gone?"

You let out a snort, lightly flicking his forehead. "I knew you weren't asleep."

"I almost was," Jongho grumbles, though it comes out as more of a whine as he drops his head dramatically back to your shoulder. The action causes a giggle to bubble up from your lips.

"You're cute when you're all sleepy and grumpy."

"I'm so glad my sleep deprivation amuses you."

You let out another laugh at his deadpan joke, and Jongho finds himself desperately fighting off sleep to hear more of the melodic sound. He'd love to stay up late and just talk about anything and everything with you. But true to your uncanny ability to make him lower his guard and ease his mind, Jongho feels sleep overtaking him once more.

You must sense it, as you whisper your next words as if to not disturb him. "I'll grab a blanket for us." You attempt to slip out from under him. Your fingers halt their ministrations on his back and Jongho begins to miss your soothing touch before it even fully leaves him. A low whine breaks from his throat as he clasps his fingers in an unbreakable lock and tightens his arms around you. He's not ready to let go so easily.

"Jongho~" You complain, "Come on let go, it's cold." Your palms push against his chest, and with the added leverage you actually manage to wriggle free and slide to the edge of his bed. The warmth of your body leaves him, and it's even worse than he thought.

Jongho may be tired, but he's also determined. So before your feet can even touch the cold hardwood floor, Jongho's arms wrap around your torso. A small "oof" leaves your lips as he pulls you down into him, your back flush against his chest. His legs tangle together with your own, and a victorious smile weasels its way to his lips as the familiar warmth returns with you safely tucked away in his arms.

"Still cold?" He teases.

"You're so annoying."

Jongho feels you shiver ever so slightly and draws you in closer, nose pressing against the back of your neck. For a moment, he wonders if you truly need the blanket. Perhaps he's should have let you grab it. But then Jongho feels you melt into his body, your shaking slowing to a stop.

Jongho finds his solace with you in his embrace and your even breaths. He syncs his breathing with yours, letting you guide him back to the brim of unconsciousness.

Once again, the world is quiet.

[wonwooverse]

Hiii 🤍🤍

Can I request a no-nut-November smut with female reader and dom Jongho? y/n teases him with pics and text messages literally anything to get him riled up and he ends up giving in in the end🧍🏽‍♀️

all I can think of is that one clip of him man spreading on stage recently... the stare??? it screams dom energy

it had been absolute torture for him for the past week. He and the members had made a bet for no-nut-November, to see who could last the longest without breaking like most guys do. however, it was 5 days in and his resolve was breaking.. fast.

he was wishing he hadn't mentioned it to you at all because as soon as he did, you seemed to make it your life mission to get him to lose this bet. you have tried everything that you could think of, every little trick in the book but so far, he was giving you nothing.

not letting this stop you though, waiting for the night you and the guys were all hanging out together having little party just with the group, making sure that you were dressed in jongho's favourite outfit and with your makeup just the way he enjoys, sitting on the opposite side of the room to him and your plan was in motion.

as he was mid-conversation with yeosang, you pulled out your phone and quickly looked through the photos you had taken the day before, all decked out in gorgeous lingerie and posed in front of the floor-length mirror in your shared bedroom. choosing a few of the best and sending them to jongho, sliding your phone away and waiting for his reaction.

thankfully he had finished his conversation before looking at his phone but when he eventually did? you knew you had finally got him right where you wanted. as calm as he could he put his phone away and looked over to you with a heated gaze, "y/n, can I speak to you please? in the kitchen." he says, trying to sound as normal as possible.

before you could fully cross the threshold of the kitchen, he had you pushed up against the counter with his hand loosely gripping your throat, "is this what you wanted? huh? wanted to get me all riled up and i'd fuck you into the middle of next week?" all you can do is smirk and nod back at him and he snaps, "we're leaving, now"

[bikerjongho]

set the bar | choi jongho

genre: realistic fiction, romance

pairing: gn!reader x biker!jongho

description: Y/N’s attraction for the biker gang leader Jongho gets in the way of the friendship they have with surfers, but what’s the harm in a little bit of flirting?

word count: 2.6k

warnings: suggestive comments (once)

author’s note: jongho leather jacket brain go beep boop brrrrr. jongho beep boop brrrrrr

taglist: @itsapapisongo @mangomingki​ @irehlevant​ @blueprint-han​ @doievoir​​ @bvlnoriyas​

There had been many times in Y/N’s life when they had to put on a mask to hide their true intentions. When they had stolen an entire case of sticky notes from their art teacher in middle school, they had stayed after school to help her look for them even though they were safe inside their backpack. When Y/N had snuck out of the house to go to a party and came back late at night, they told their flamed parents that they had been at the library studying for a test. The next day, they aced the exam.

In many ways, it was Y/N’s reputation of being a responsible person that allowed them to get away with so many things like this – they were the last person anyone would suspect of doing any awful deeds. That was what made them so good at being bad. But sometimes, the mask to hide their intentions was used for things that weren’t tangible, but it was the same practice as any of their capers. They had to put that mask to good use when Jongho walked into the bar where they worked.

Y/N was laughing with surfer friends and passing out drinks to customers when he walked through the door in all of his leathered glory. They made eye contact and Y/N flushed, both out of fear and attraction. They had never interacted with both their surfer friends and Jongho at the same time. Their friends had a different reaction.

“Oh, wonderful,” Beth groaned, sitting at a large table on the opposite side of the entrance to the bar. “Him. This just ruined my night.”

“For real,” Y/N laughed while making ferocious eye contact with Jongho. He noticed, and they minutely tilted their head toward their surfer friends and gave a stiff smile. Jongho’s eyes widened, but the mild panic disappeared as quick as it came, and he seated himself at the front of the bar and tossed his leather jacket off, then turned to where they were standing. Y/N realized what he was doing.

Almost like he knew what was going through their head, Mingi echoed their thoughts. “Well, have fun serving him,” he said with genuine sorrow, and the surfers’ nods around him echoed the feeling in his voice.

“It’s my job after all,” Y/N shrugged and gave a meek smile to Beth, who was glaring at Jongho’s back. “See you later.”

“Let me know if he bothers you,” Yunho said to them seriously and Y/N tried their best to sigh with relief.

“Thank you,” they said, but their words weren’t genuine. They walked towards the bar table with a little too much glee in their step.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N said, schooling their face into a scowl when all they wanted to do was smile. “Don’t mind my face. I know my friends are staring at me.”

Jongho understood their cues immediately and smirked. “I wanted to see you, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know I’d see you today,” Y/N said, grabbing a glass and wiping it clean with a cloth. “I wanted to see you, too. This is a treat.” The truth of the matter was that Y/N had seen Jongho just last night. They had seen a lot of him then. Now, with clothes on, there was less to admire, but it pleased them nonetheless that he had gone out of his way to come to the bar. The only issue was their surfer friends that were watching them like hawks as if Jongho would suddenly leap over the bar table and throttle them.

If he was affected by their words, he didn’t show it through his face. Though, by the way that he adjusted himself in his seat, throwing his arms to the table and giving them a warm smile, he was clearly out for a kill because he knew what they liked. Y/N pretended like they didn’t notice his hulking biceps or his gorgeous facial structure as he raked a hand through his red hair.

“Jongho,” Y/N hissed, turning away. “We’re in public.”

“And I’m not allowed to stretch?” Jongho smiled, raising his arms for a stretch. The sleeves of his black shirt slid down with the stretch. Y/N looked very intently at a saltshaker on the table beside him. “Y/N, I’m just existing.”

“And your existence hurts me,” Y/N said and pulled out their notepad to take his order. They pretended he didn’t have arms. That made them feel better.

The face Jongho put on was pure arrogance as he put his arms down and folded them across his chest, signaling that he had completed whatever goal he had in his head. The move only highlighted his muscles. “I know.”

While Y/N jotted down his order, they tried their best to imitate discomfort for their surfer friends that were watching. Although they weren’t a couple, they very well could have been because of their mutual feelings and genuine chemistry. The only block to their relationship was Y/N’s reluctance to leave their surfer friends. Luckily, Jongho found pleasure in keeping their relationship down low. There was something dastardly about secret love, and he thrived in it.

As Y/N gave Jongho’s order to the cook and started on his drink, they glanced over at their surfer friends. To their dismay, their eyes were all on them. It made sense – Jongho was someone that they all hated, and they assumed that all of them wanted to get up and hurt him had the environment been right. Instead, it was all a standoff. Y/N looked back to Jongho and saw his eyes on them. Their stomach tightened.

“Jongho,” Y/N said, coming to the counter, “don’t pay attention to them.”

“They’re paying attention to me,” Jongho said, not looking back at them. His cold glare irked them, both because they didn’t think the surfers needed attention, and also it wasn’t worth it for him to do so.

“And they’re not worth your attention,” Y/N said, waving a hand in front of him. “Pay attention,” they said with no real intent for romance or teasing, “to me.”

Jongho finally released his gaze from the surfers to look at them. His eyebrows raised as he looked them up and down slowly. He smiled. “All right.”

And they really felt his eyes on them. They had been making his drink while they talked, but now that he was looking at them they could barely concentrate. Idly, they wondered if there were any stray hairs or blemishes on their face.

“Okay, never mind, I literally cannot concentrate,” and they could only hear him chuckle because they refused to look up and see the blatant satisfied look on his face from their comment.

In the corner of their eye, there was movement from the other side of the restaurant. Y/N’s stomach lurched – Yunho was on his way towards them with resolve in his eyes. “Oh my God,” Y/N whispered and hoped Jongho would see him and realize what was going on before he got to them.

And Yunho was there in a flash. He glowered over Jongho and leaned against the counter of the bar while he folded his arms. Y/N imagined his height came in use right now, he looked intimidating and terrifying over Jongho. Then, he lost the scariness of himself as he looked up at Y/N with kindness in his eyes.

“Is he bothering you, Y/N?” Yunho said softly, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Y/N said too quickly, smiling as they finished up Jongho’s drink and slid it over to him. He caught it with one hand and was looking at Yunho with mild amusement. Perhaps he thrived in Y/N’s answer to Yunho like he was pleased that they did not resent him like a majority of the people currently in the restaurant.

“We were just talking, don’t worry,” Y/N said. “He’s not scary to me.” They said this to remind Yunho of their neutrality, but Y/N realized the implication of their words only after they had said them.

In the corner of their eye, Jongho was using all of his willpower to remain in a neutral expression, but they could still see hints of a laugh threatening to overtake it.

If Yunho caught a whiff of their attitude towards Jongho, he didn’t say anything about it. Y/N assumed he was too wrapped up in his own dislike for Jongho to notice Y/N’s more than friendly nature to him. He looked at Jongho, then Y/N, then back to Jongho before sighing. “Just wave to me if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course,” Y/N said, smiling at him. “Thanks for caring. I have other orders to do though.” They laughed a bit and waved him goodbye, even though they didn’t have any in actuality.

“So you don’t think I’m scary?” Jongho said immediately after Yunho had left, his eyes sparkling. He leaned off of the stool he was sitting on to get closer to Y/N and smirked. “Hm, you’re fearless. That’s attractive, you know.”

Y/N glared at him while a blush formed on their cheeks. “No, you’re not scary,” they said, turning away from him briefly to give themself a moment to collect themself.

“Then what am I to you?” Jongho continued, eternally riveted and not lowering himself back onto his stool. He took a dubious sip of his drink.

“You certainly look scary,” Y/N said and opened their mouth to continue.

“Good to know,” Jongho mused.

Y/N glared at him. He smiled. “You look scary,” they continued. “And I guess it would be strange if you didn’t. But I’ve known you and I’ve seen you in private, you’re not scary at all. You’re a bit of a softie.”

“Because I like you,” Jongho said, and Y/N shrugged. They both knew that already.

“Yeah?” They said, “I didn’t notice.”

Jongho readjusted himself on the counter. He was painfully close to them now, so close that he could have taken their hand and kissed it had he so desired. But instead of the flirty look in his eyes, there was something darker in them now.

“I’ve hurt people before,” Jongho said, not losing eye contact with them. “That's not scary to you?”

Y/N looked over at the surfers, who were now laughing with each other. “They’ve hurt people too,” they said. “That’s the nature of a feud like this, isn’t it?”

“But it’s not scary to you?” Jongho asked again with an urgency to his voice, like he needed to hear a certain answer from them. Y/N looked at him dead in the eyes. They saw something in there that they hadn’t seen a minute ago.

“No,” they said finally. “It’s what you have to do to make your opinion seen. It doesn’t define you or make me think less of you. It’s just something you have to do.” They believed what they said was truthful, but it was also hard to tell the complete truth when a face as handsome as Jongho’s was looking at them so intently. Truthfully, Y/N was neutral for a reason because they hated the conflict. But getting to know Jongho, from his favorite foods to how much he loved his family to how passionate he was to how his lips felt on them, they knew that even something as awful as murder was not so black and white. The intention of it mattered, and the person behind it mattered. They knew that the bikers weren’t good, but the surfers also weren’t the angels that they painted themselves to be. They were just better at hiding it.

Y/N knew what was coming next. “So then be my lover, Y/N,” Jongho said. “Because you’re right. Most people aren’t as wise as you are, they look at everything at face value. You don’t hate me, you like me, and I like you. Doesn’t it just make sense?”

Y/N was silent, and Jongho noticed that. He rephrased his words. “But it’s always your choice,” he said. “I don’t want to force you to date me, and I know you care about your surfer friends. It’s not an easy choice to make.”

It’s not an easy choice because dating you would be an enormous and public spectacle, Y/N wanted to say, but Jongho knew that already. They had tossed around this conversation so many times in the past.

But at the same time, what they had said was truthful. They didn’t see him as a terrible person, and they wanted to be with him so badly. There was just a surfboard-sized block in-between them, and Y/N didn’t have enough strength to break their hearts just yet.

“It’s not,” Y/N said finally. “And it’s a no,” they said, and they watched his face fall. “But,” they said slowly, “your persistence in my life is something that certainly is coercing and convincing me to say something different.”

Y/N pulled out a slip of paper from their pocket and scribbled something onto it with the cheap ballpoint pen behind their ear. They slid it over to him. Jongho took it, and his eyes widened when he registered what it was.

“That’s my apartment,” they said. “I’m not affiliated with either side, but I suppose I am affiliated with you. If you need any help,” they said, “you can come to me, and I will try my best to help. Because you’re right,” they said, glimmering. “I do like you. More than I’d like to admit. Congratulations.”

Jongho, who had maintained a cool aura the entire time he was in the bar, broke into a painfully cute smile at those words. “I’m a little nuisance in your life,” he teased. “You can’t rid me from your mind.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N smiled. They looked over at the surfers. “I’d give you a kiss, but there are surfers around.” Jongho began to stand from his seat, and Y/N shook their head. “And wouldn’t it be suspicious if we both went into the back room together?” They clarified, raising their eyebrows.

They tapped at the piece of paper they had given him. “Come and meet me tonight, we can talk then. Or not do any talking at all.”

There was a fire in his eyes now, and a smirk tickled his lips. Y/N could see the essence of a biker leader in him, more clearly than they had seen this entire evening. “I’ll make you mine at some point or another, Y/N,” he said, nodding his head. “Trust me.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Y/N smiled, their eyes lingering on him for a little too long, his doing the same. “Now get out of my bar before I carry you out myself.”

“I’d like that,” Jongho said, but he stood up anyway and put his jacket back on. He gave them one last smile, a smile that made their heart hurt. “I’ll see you tonight, then,” he whispered with a glimmer in his eyes. He used a moment to brush his hair back, looking at Y/N for any sign of being flustered. they had lost their shield to his charms long ago. Satisfied, he left the restaurant in a flurry of leather, bright hair, and allure that left Y/N at the bar, missing him dearly.

[thewonandonly]

20:54 — wait, hold me before you leave me, stay, love me or i'll bleed. i don't want you to go. know that i miss you so. before you leave, come see gabriel. | gabriel by keshi

jongho could swear that you promised to be with him forever. so why were you walking out of the door so easily? and why were you asking him to be understanding? how could he ever be understanding about this situation?

a million questions popped into his head, begging, almost pleading to know what was happening and why you were leaving so suddenly.

all you said was "conflict of interest," another phrase for right person, wrong time. jongho could swear that you used that as an excuse, because if it was like that for you, you wouldn't have made all those new memories with him, and you wouldn't have made him so happy until the very end. no, he was sure you would begin to go back into your shell, before you broke up with him.

jongho wanted to grab your hand and plead that you'd stay with him, he wanted to grab your hand and pull you back to his chest, using that enough to bring you back into his life. but before he could make any sudden move, you gave him a final look before shutting the door and walking out of his life forever.

and jongho, instead of pleading, he began to beat himself up; what has he done? what did he do wrong? what was bad that you had to leave him? he couldn't help but question himself.

he wished he could've cherished all the last kisses, last hug, last date, last hand hold, last everything. and he wished he was able to hold you one more time before you walked out the door.

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[yunkiwii]

@serialee asked:

“ooh me me me!! XD can we get ... : "if you keep doing that i might just fall for you (18 - pls tis my fave number) with .. hmmmmm Jongho? :D denkyu”

akshsja i loved the "ooh me me me!!" hope you like this! ♡

also, i screwed up the numbers by updating the prompt list so your request is actually no.20 ajdhahs sorry i already fixed it

20. "If you keep doing that I might just fall for you"

It was your birthday and, considering the pandemic, you didn’t plan anything and were just going to have dinner at home with your roommate, and perhaps do a movie night with popcorn. You pretended it was fine, but in reality you were feeling miserable, and having to stay trapped inside your bedroom all day to have online classes didn’t help at all.

As soon as your last class ended and you closed the laptop, you heard a knock on your door, it was Jongho, your roommate, and he looked ridiculously happy and excited which made you smile faintly.

“Come on! I have a surprise for you!”

He entered your bedroom just to grab your hand and drag you out into the living room. Your jaw literally dropped when you saw everything he had prepared for you. There were numerous balloons spread all over the floor, the couch, hanging from the ceiling and the walls, he even got the Christmas lights out, that being the only thing lighting the room, that and the TV screen filled with your friends’ and family’s faces.

“SURPRISE!” the little faces in the zoom squares screamed almost in unison before starting to sing you “happy birthday”, and Jongho appeared from the kitchen with a plate full of your favourite cupcakes with a candle on the top one.

You were so happy, your cheeks already hurting from smiling so much, stained with happy tears that started rolling down your face when you saw that, despite everything, the people you loved the most were all there with you to celebrate in a rather peculiar way.

After talking to everyone you finished the call and, not being able to contain the appreciation you felt towards all the work Jongho had made to make your day this great, you just jumped on top of him and filled his face with kisses and thank you ‘s in-between making him giggle like a little kid and fall with his back against the couch.

“(y/n) stop! If you keep doing that I might just fall for you!”

You stopped the kissing party to look at him, not quite sure you’ve heard him properly. “What?”

“What?” his face dead serious, not quite sure either of what had just left is mouth, carried away by the fact that you were being really cute right on top of him. He wasn’t lying though, and you weren’t bothered by it either.

“Fine. I’m not finished yet anyway.” You say as you proceed to finish your appreciation mission, slowing down at each kiss until you stop and you both lock eyes, his hands slide to the back of your neck, pulling you a bit closer to him, his eyes switching between your eyes and lips.

You felt like you stayed like that for ages, just admiring each other, waiting for the other one to make the next move, craving each other’s lips in silence, until the doorbell rang startling you and breaking the moment.

Pizza had arrived.

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[8:47 pm]: this was not the way you had planned to spend your night. a few weeks before you had come up with this masterpiece of idea for you and Jongho to take on, something neither had really done or thought about before: camping.

It was such a domestic thing to suddenly fantasize about, walking through the woods during the day to go birdwatching, roasting marshmallows by the campfire, stargazing at the night sky you could finally see without the city lights? The mere idea of doing all these things were so glamorized in your brain that you couldn’t contain yourself.

When Jongho had even easily agreed to the idea? You were nearly going to explode in excitement! And then you actually got to the campsite, set up your things, and then night fell.

“So what ever happened to this being a fun trip?” Jongho asked, quickly receiving a punch to the shoulder from you as the both of you huddled up in the front seat of your car. Not far ahead of you was the campsite with all of your belongings sprawled out within in it and a giant bear rummaging through your things.

“I thought you looked for a campsite in a forest where there are no bears,” you glared at him, knowing that you had let Jongho pick the destination while you planned the activities you’d be doing.

Jongho shrugged, pointing his finger towards the bear that snuck its snout into the tent you were using. “I thought I did! But clearly someone lied and now we have a bear raiding our campsite.”

You frowned as you turn your head to the animal again, your breath stopping for a full twenty seconds when it looked your way. Soon it took its eyes off of you though and began to search the rest of the campsite for any leftovers. “What are we going to do? We can’t just sit in the car forever, all of our stuff is out there! You have to fix this, you picked this campsite in the first place.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Jongho asked, crossing his arms with a small huff. “What, you want me to get out the car and wrestle with the bear or something? Like some crazy wild life ranger fighter?”

The boy cautiously looked your way when you didn’t immediately respond and his eyes widened when you only batted your eyelashes innocently and pleading towards him. “No! I’m not gonna risk my life and wrestle a bear for you!”

“You’re like... as strong as a bear though? In my opinion at least,” you shrugged. After a full minute of arguing with each other on whether or not Jongho should really walk out of the car and instigate a wild animal, you slid down into your seat and crossed your arms in frustration.

“You’ll never know until you try...,” you mumble under your breath, disappointed by the outcome of the argument, “I still think you could beat a bear in a fight though.”

“Y/N.” Jongho frowned.

“Sorry! We’ll just wait for it to leave or until you fight the bear.”

“Stop it!”