[ extras ] diva warning on the cunttitude scale IJBOLLL no but srs cursing, period, he plays leol (bleughhhh), implied fem reader
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──── cont . . . idol! jongseob, dry humping, heavy makeout session, no power dynamic themes, pure smut, fingering, afab reader, short thoughts
mdni
──── Thinking about how Jongseob would be so pent up after a particularly difficult practice, and all he could think about was you. He’d be so needy for you all day, practically shaking every time he thought of you.
When he finally gets home, he’s all over you. His kisses rough when you meet him at the door, his hips jerking towards you when you plant your hands on his shoulders. He trails kisses down your jaw and to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and drinking in your soft moans.
“Please y/n.. It’s been a long day..”
You smile as he continues to pepper kisses on your neck, you lead him to the couch and push down on it and climb into his lap. You instantly continue where you both left off, messily moving your lips against his while he helplessly grabs your waist.
Then you’d rock your hips against his experimentally, and he whimpers. From then his kisses get more intense, and how he’s grinding up into you, moaning into your mouth from the friction.
Eventually he gets tired of simply hearing your soft whimpers, his hand travels under the waist band of your sweatpants and under your underwear. He relishes the groan you let out when circles your clit with his finger.
“You’re so wet..”
He murmurs into your lips. He slips one finger into your cunt pumping it slowly, trying to loosen you up.
“Put another in, please, seob.”
He complies to your pleas instantly, pushing another in and instantly getting to work, finger fucking you at a steady pace that still has you arching into his touch.
The kiss has long broken off, your head thrown back from pleasure. Seob attaches himself back onto your neck, sucking and licking at the spots he knows makes you weak.
His fingers curl in all the spots that make you see stars, you shamelessly moan as he works you open, you’re practically dripping on his fingers.
When you’re close, you don’t even need to tell him because he already knows by the way your walls clench around his fingers. He’s already speeding up his pace, pressing against those gummy spots. When you cum he’s working you through it, letting you ride out your own orgasm.
“So good f’me, yeah?”
He kisses your lips and moves to get up, but you keep him sitting, your fingers curling under his sweats. Your hot breath making him shiver under you.
“let me take care of you, okay baby?”
Hi.. my first time writing in awhile with a healing broken arm and let me tell you it was not easy LMAOO the pain and my motor skills r my biggest enemy.
⤷ temp!jongseob x older!reader ༉‧₊˚. ───── (26 slides)
⌗ suggestive, suggestive pic, age gap, fluff, humour, sex talk, jongseob is at college, pet names, praise kink (if u squint), mention of public sex, relationship development, jongseob is down bad, reader is insecure.
would you maybe be down to write headcanons abt making out with p1h 🤭
Need nothing more then to be laying in bed, lazily making out with keeho 😞
making out with p1harmony members!
warnings: none, a little suggestive but nothing explicit!
a/n: thank you so much for the request!! it was kinda fun to think about🤭 hope you enjoy <3
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☆ keeho:
he is soooooo obsessed with kissing you that make out sessions happen almost anytime, anywhere. he knows when to read the room, but isn’t against pulling you to the side or finding a more secluded room/hallway/etc to spend a bit of time kissing you and feeling you up. what’s he supposed to do when you look so good all the damn time??
i am however a biggggggggg enthusiast of keeho loving to make out with you in the car. will make “detours” or even just ask you to drive out with him somewhere where he can park and make out with you for a while. doesn’t need to go any farther than that (although he’s not against it🫣) but will not settle for less than like. an hour of kissing you. he will complain otherwise
makeouts start out slow and full of back and forth teasing. he loves holding the back of your neck for a bit of control (again, helpful with the teasing) and sliding his other hand up and down your waist. PLEASE straddle him he will die of happiness and excitement and will need you sooooo bad
lowkey loves it when you try to take the lead but 1) will never admit it and 2) won’t let you take it so easily
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☆ theo:
makeout sessions will most likely happen at home, just cause theo lovessssss taking him damn time with you and sees any kind of physical affection/touch as deeply intimate and personal. 90% of the time they happen in bed, either in the mornings or evenings.
will cup your face and hold you close, focusing on your lips with slow, languid, deliberate kisses that leave you out of breath and your mind completely empty. is a very very very good kisser and knows it. often smiles and whispers against your lips
favourite thing in the world is hearing you sigh into a kiss. literally lights his body on fire
most of the time these don’t escalate, or if it does, the whole thing is very soft love making. most of the time though, he’s content to bask in the moment and take you in. finds kissing you so relaxing and makes him feel at home
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☆ jiung:
similar to theo, jiung finds kissing you makes him relax, so he would likely loveeeeeeee making out with you after long stressful days or in the studio between working on projects. pulls you onto his lap or between his legs and holds you close with both his hands either under your jaw or behind your neck.
50/50 chance on it escalating. 100% chance if you tease him in any kind of way, either by saying his name in a certain way or pulling at his hair. he loses the game very very fast and needs your skin on his IMMEDIATELY
doesn’t spend the time only on your lips, often drifting across your whole face and neck while he’s at it. talks a lot during the whole thing, cause he likes to hear your breathy responses and know he’s driving you crazy.
makeout sessions could be a couple minutes or a couple hours and there’s no telling with him until you glance at the clock and both realize he’s missed a meeting and you’re late for an appointment. whoops.
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☆ intak:
like keeho, intak wants to kiss you ALL. THE. TIME. it’s getting him to stop and focus on anything else that’s the problem
is incapable of both keeping the makeout session short and keeping it from escalating. he gets excited easily and the second your hands find his chest and you sigh against his mouth it’s so, so over. hands on your waist, body leaning over yours, caging you in. LOVES holding you against a wall or just about any surface tbh
sloppy kisses. everywhere. focuses mainly on your lips but gets distracted sometimes at your neck when he wants to hear you a little louder for him. but your lips are his kryptonite and he wouldn’t really rather be anywhere else
on the flip side, he also really enjoys when you wake him up with lazy kisses. could die of happiness
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☆ soul:
makeouts with soul are spontaneous and giddy! usually gets the urge to kiss you the most when he’s excited or you’re being extra cute, and the kisses start all over your face before focusing entirely on your lips
and once he’s there, he’s THERE. lots of fast kisses, pulls at your lips a lot and holds your waist to keep you close to him. prefers to stand between your legs while you’re sitting in front of his, say, on a counter; OR he likes having you beneath him on the couch
teases a little but kinda can’t keep it up cause he just wants to kiss you so bad and it feels just as hard for him to maintain as it is for you to endure. but he sure does love the dazed expression and the faint voice you have when he does
doesn’t often escalate but when it does it does FAST
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☆ jongseob:
like theo, jongseob also sees kissing you as a personal, intimate show of affection, so makeout sessions almost always happen at home. he loves coming back after a long day, holding you in his arms and kissing you slowly, smiling and relaxing into it, knowing he’s where he belongs.
loves laying between your legs, hands around your waist or under your thighs, and slowly kissing you. nibbles on your bottom lip and often trails kisses down under your jaw before heading back to your lips. often goes back and forth between kissing you and talking about his day and yours, taking all the time in the world with you.
50/50 on whether it escalates, and when it does, his grip on you gradually tightens and his kisses turn from slow to hurried and needy. is a big whiner.
SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.
WC: 2.1k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.
The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.
As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.
But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.
The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.
And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.
But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.
The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.
He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.
But this? This was insane.
Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…
You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.
“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.
“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.
“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.
He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.
His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.
“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.
“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”
He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”
Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…
Really?
“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.
He was so easily … up for it???
Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.
The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.
You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.
At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.
Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.
His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.
The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.
The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.
Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.
“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.
You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.
Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.
user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦
user12: sexy🐰🐰🐰🐰
user90: Missed your tits sweetheart
user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘
user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆
“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.
user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍
user77: Mmm do it again
user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘
user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard 💦
As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.
Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.
His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.
“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.
He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.
'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.
“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.
You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.
Money hungry freak.
You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.
“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.
His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.
The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.
He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.
He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.
Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.
Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.
He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.
Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.
“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.
“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.
The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.
“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.
You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs.
He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.
Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.
He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.
“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.
💌 mika’s message! THIS IS MY SMUT DEBUT SO BE KIND TO ME OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE IM SCARED. IF YOU HATE IT CAN YOU PRETEND YOU LIKE IT. Ok anyways sorry this was also a drabble from my Notes that i decided to finish but truthfully!!! this was inspired by another smut i read a few months ago im ngl. So. Take that as u will too thanks. ok i gtg Im scared I GOTTA GO. WE HAVE TO GO.
Summary: An ancient Chinese proverb suggests a theory that an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break. This theory is known as the "Red String Theory".
Pairing: Jongseob x reader (established relationship)
Genre: Fluff, slice of life, Cheesy but i love cheese so
Word count: 1.3k
Authors note: this may or may not lowkey suck because when I got the idea it seemed so good but idk if it was conveyed well.... anyways wanted to write it regardless so i hope u enjoy:')
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"Oh my God! Is this you?" Jongseob held the glossy photo up with a wide smile.
There you were, a round-cheeked baby with soapy hair sticking up every which way, sitting in a tub full of bubbles. You were mid giggle, toothless and overjoyed by whatever was happening behind the camera.
"I was adorable," you said, trying to snatch it from him.
He pulled it back, holding it closer to his face. "No, please, look at those cheeks." He tapped the photo with his fingertip, his smile overly fond. "You were the cutest baby I've ever seen. What happened?"
You smacked his arm despite your laughter. "Rude."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He finally let you take it only after memorizing every detail. "You're still cute. Just less... squishy."
"Wow. Thanks."
He was already digging back through the box of old photos your parents had passed onto you, on a mission to find more adorable baby photos while you continued sorting them into different piles.
From the corner of your eye you saw the smirk creep up on his face.
"What?" you asked, immediately suspicious.
"Oh, nothing," He said smugly, holding a photo just out of your line of sight. "I've just discovered gold."
When he flipped it around you felt your soul leave your body.
You were maybe twelve or thirteen, in what could only be described as your awkward phase. The glasses you wore were far too large for your face, and your hair was choppy and uneven from the craft scissors you'd used to secretly cut it. Not to mention the graphic tee you were wearing with an image of a stylized wolf on it, for reasons you still couldn't explain.
Your eyes widened in alarm, and you lunged.
"No!"
Jongseob scrambled backward just out of reach, clutching the photo above his head safely. "Wait, wait, I need to appreciate this properly—"
"Give it to me!"
"What's with the wolf—"
"I will end you!"
He was laughing so hard he could barely keep his arm up. You launched yourself at him again, landing successfully on his lap, your knees caging his hips as you stretched upward.
His free hand wrapped around your waist to steady you all while still laughing and trying to keep the photo just out of reach.
You finally managed to snatch it from his fingers, crumpling it against your chest as you slumped against him. "This is so embarrassing."
"Well, I think it's cute. Awkward you is still you."
You rolled your eyes at him, fighting to hold back a grin. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever..."
You climbed off of his lap and settled beside him on the floor. You placed the photo in the "don't let see the light of day" pile and continued sorting in silence.
As you neared the bottom of the box, your fingers closed around a photo that made your breath hitch.
It had a small tear at the corner, the colors slightly faded, but the memory of it was vivid in your mind. You were five, sunburned and grinning, standing knee-deep in turquoise water. You smiled at the photo, your chest aching with nostalgia, as Jongseob slid behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to peer at the photo.
"What's that from?" Jongseob asked, noticing your far away expression.
"My first real trip," you said, the words coming out quitter than you'd intended. "The first one I can actually remember, I mean."
His heart swelled at the warmth in your eye. "You look happy."
"I was," You traced the edge of the photo with your thumb, a smile tugging at your lips. "Actually, I met this kid there. We spent the whole week together, building sandcastles and collecting seashells. I was so upset when we had to leave."
"Your first vacation romance," Jongseob teased, his voice gentle.
You laughed, shaking your head. "I was convinced I was in love with him. But I was like five, so that's unlikely. But I thought about him for months afterward. I kept asking my mom if we could go back because... maybe he'd be there still waiting for me."
You felt your cheeks warm at the memory of your childhood innocence, so earnest and heartbroken over a boy whose name you couldn't even remember.
"I used to make up stories about him. That he was a prince from a faraway land, searching for his lost princess. My mom probably still has the drawings I made."
Jongseob was quiet for a moment as he took in your story. "That's really sweet."
"Embarrassing is what it is." You dropped the photo onto the pile of keepers, your gaze still lingering on it. "Anyway, ancient history."
You didn't notice Jongseob frozen behind you, a different picture from the same trip clutched in his hand.
"Wait," he said.
You turned to see him staring at the photo with an expression you couldn't read, his face paled, his fingers gripping the edges tightly.
"What's wrong?"
Slowly, he turned it toward you. His finger tapped against a figure building a sandcastle at your feet; the boy from your vacation.
You smiled and hummed, "That's him."
"No, that's me."
You blinked at him with a frown. "What?"
"That's me," he said, eyes wide with disbelief. He jabbed the photo again, more insistently. "Look. That's me. Summer 2010. Jeju Island. My family went there for a week."
Jeju Island. You hadn't even mentioned that's where your vacation had been. You stared at the photo as your heart began racing faster.
"What?" you breathed. "A-are you sure—"
"Baby, that's me!" His voice was rising, excitement bleeding through the shock. "Was your trip also on the island?"
Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. You grabbed the photo from him, holding it beside his face, searching to compare their features.
The shape of their eyes. The curve of their smiles.
"Oh my God," you whispered.
"See?" Jongseob was practically shaking beside you. "See? It's me. Oh my god... We—you and me—we—"
"We met when we were kids," you finished, the words barely audible. "Jongseob, I thought about you for months. I—" Your voice broke.
"You were my first love."
You couldn't fathom it. When you first met Jongseob, the connection was immediate. You'd never felt that comfortable with someone so quickly, so understood from just moments of being in each other's presence. There was a familiarity that made you feel safe, seen. Little had you known it was because you weren't meeting for the first time, you were simply reconnecting.
"It's fate," He said it—cutting off your train of thought—like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like there was no need for any other explanation because you were simply meant to be together. "It has to be."
You were crying. You hadn't even noticed when the tears started, but they were streaming down your cheeks, and you couldn't explain the overwhelming feeling that exploded in your chest.
Jongseob reached up and brushed them away with his thumb, his hand lingering against your skin.
"Why are you crying," he murmured, his bright eyes lighting up your own. "This is a good thing. It's incredible."
"I know," you managed. "I know, I just—I love you so much."
You shook your head and then your lips were on his. His hands cupped your face, tilting your head back as his mouth pushed against yours with a desperation to pour every ounce of his feelings into it.
He pulled you back onto his lap as everything but the warmth of his lips melted away.
"Meant to be," he murmured into the kiss. "You and me. We were always meant to be."
You sighed against his lips as your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until he made a sound low in his throat that sent warmth cascading down your spine.
You pulled back with a smile, nuzzling against his chest as you held the photo out between you. He kissed your forehead then wrapped his arms around you, tucking you against him like you—and this moment—were the most precious of all the memories scattered across the floor.
synopsis : You play with your boyfriend’s long hair, trying different styles while he pretends to complain—but in the quiet, soft moments, it becomes clear he doesn’t mind at all.
author’s note : since seob's long hair has been driving me crazy, here's a short oneshot about it 😍
word count : 1.2k
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You notice it first on a random Tuesday night.
How much longer his hair has gotten.
It’s not just “a little past his ears” anymore.
It brushes his shoulders now, soft and light, slightly wavy at the ends from being tied up too often.
He’s sitting cross-legged on your bed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, phone in hand, completely unaware of the way you’ve been staring at him for the past five minutes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jongseob finally asks without glancing up.
You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you shift closer, reaching out to gently tug on a strand near his shoulder.
“It’s so long now,” you murmur, almost to yourself.
That gets his attention.
He looks up, blinking. “Yeah? I was thinking of cutting it soon though.”
Your grip tightens instantly. “No.”
He laughs, startled. “No?”
“No,” you repeat, more serious this time, fingers still threaded in his hair like you’re afraid he’ll grab scissors right now and ruin everything. “Please don’t. Not yet.”
Jongseob tilts his head, studying you. There’s a small smile tugging at his lips, the kind he gets when he knows you’re about to say something a little ridiculous.
“…Why?”
You hesitate for half a second—then decide there’s no saving your dignity anyway.
“Because I want to try some hairstyles on you.”
There’s a pause. Then he bursts out laughing.
“Hairstyles?” he repeats, incredulous. “On me?”
You pout, lightly smacking his arm. “I’m serious! Your hair is literally perfect for it right now. It’s soft, it’s long, it’s—” you pause, gathering a handful of it and letting it fall through your fingers, “—cooperative.”
“Cooperative,” he echoes, amused. “Didn’t know my hair had a personality.”
“It does,” you insist. “And it likes me.”
He shakes his head, but he’s smiling—soft, fond, completely gone for you in that quiet way he always is.
“So what,” he says, setting his phone aside. “You’re just going to turn me into your personal mannequin now?”
You grin.
“Exactly.”
There’s another pause.
He studies you again, this time a little longer.
Then he sighs, dramatic, like he’s about to make a huge sacrifice.
“…Fine.”
Your eyes light up instantly. “Really?”
“Really,” he says, already shifting so he’s sitting with his back facing you. “But if I look stupid, I’m blaming you.”
“You won’t,” you promise quickly, already reaching for your scrunchies on the bedside table. “You’re going to look so cute.”
“‘Cute’ is not what I’m going for.”
“Too late,” you mumble.
You start simple.
At first, it’s just a low ponytail.
Your fingers are gentle as you gather his hair, smoothing it back, occasionally brushing against the nape of his neck. He flinches slightly at the contact.
“Ticklish?” you tease.
“No,” he lies immediately.
You smile to yourself and do it again—just a little slower this time.
He exhales. “Okay, maybe a bit.”
You laugh softly, finishing the ponytail and tying it neatly.
“Done.”
He turns his head slightly. “Well?”
You pause.
“…Wait, stay still.”
You grab your phone, snapping a quick picture before he can protest.
“Hey—”
“You look good!” you insist, shoving the phone in front of him.
He squints at the screen. There’s a moment where his expression is unreadable—then his ears turn faintly pink.
“…It’s not terrible,” he admits.
“Not terrible?” you gasp. “That’s basically a compliment from you.”
“Don’t push it.”
You giggle, already reaching for another hair tie.
“Next.”
“What do you mean, ‘next’—”
But he doesn’t actually stop you.
You try a half-up style after that, carefully sectioning the top portion of his hair and tying it into a small bun. Your fingers linger longer this time, absentmindedly combing through the strands as you work.
It’s quiet. Comfortable.
The kind of quiet that only exists when you’re completely at ease with someone.
“…You’re really into this, huh?” Jongseob says softly.
You hum in response, adjusting a few loose strands. “Your hair is nice. I like touching it.”
There’s a small pause.
“…I don’t mind,” he replies.
You freeze for a second—not because of what he said, but how he said it.
Soft. Honest. Like it matters to him that you like it.
Your hands slow.
“Good,” you whisper, almost shy now. “Because I’m not done.”
He chuckles under his breath.
“You’re scary.”
“Shut up.”
You move on to braids next.
It takes longer—your fingers carefully weaving the strands together, occasionally messing up and having to start over. Each time you do, Jongseob just sits there patiently, barely complaining.
“Hold still,” you mumble for the third time.
“I am holding still.”
“You moved.”
“I breathed.”
“That counts.”
He snorts.
Eventually, you manage to finish a simple braid down his back. It’s not perfect—some parts are tighter than others—but you step back anyway, admiring your work like it’s a masterpiece.
“…Okay!” you say. “Now you really look cute.”
He groans. “Again with the ‘cute’—”
But when he turns to face you, there’s no real annoyance in his expression.
Just warmth.
You lean forward before you can think too much about it, gently fixing a stray strand near his face. Your fingers brush his cheek for a second too long.
He stills.
Your breath catches.
“…What?” he asks quietly.
“Nothing,” you say quickly, even though it’s obviously not nothing.
Your hand lingers anyway.
And then—without really planning to—you press a soft kiss to his cheek.
It’s quick. Barely there.
But it’s enough to make him freeze completely.
When you pull back, his face is noticeably red now.
“…You’re so weird sometimes,” he mutters.
You blink. “Me?”
“Yeah,” he says, reaching up to touch the braid like he’s suddenly aware of it again. “You do all this and then act like it’s nothing.”
You tilt your head. “Do what?”
He looks at you—really looks at you this time.
Then he sighs, shaking his head with a small smile.
“Never mind.”
Before you can ask what he means, he reaches out, gently tugging you closer by your wrist until you’re sitting right in front of him.
“Your turn,” he says.
Your eyes widen. “What?”
“You did my hair,” he points out. “It’s only fair.”
“But your hair is longer—”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You open your mouth to argue—but then close it again when you see the way he’s looking at you.
Playful. A little determined.
“…Fine,” you mumble.
He grins.
And it’s a mess.
He’s not nearly as careful as you are—his fingers get tangled, he accidentally pulls too hard at one point (earning a sharp “Ow!” from you), and the end result is… questionable at best.
You stare at your reflection on his phone screen.
“…I look like I lost a fight with a hairbrush.”
“I think it looks good,” he says, completely serious.
You turn to him, deadpan. “You’re lying.”
He shrugs. “Maybe a little.”
You smack his arm, but you’re laughing.
And he’s laughing too.
Eventually, you both collapse onto the bed, side by side, still smiling. His head turns slightly toward you, braid now slightly messy from lying down.
“…Don’t cut it yet,” you say quietly after a moment.
He hums. “Still thinking about that?”
“Yeah.”
There’s a small pause.
“…Okay,” he says.
You blink. “Okay?”
“I won’t cut it,” he repeats. “Not yet.”
You turn your head to look at him. “Just because I asked?”
