[ extras ] diva warning on the cunttitude scale IJBOLLL no but srs cursing, period, he plays leol (bleughhhh), implied fem reader
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heloo, its my first time making a request and i was wondering if maybe u could write piwon ot6 when they're jealous?? could be smut if thats ok with you:P
p1harmony members getting jealous!
warnings: the last bullet point for each member is explicit smut (minor dni!), there’s also a bit of swearing
a/n: thank you for the request (and sorry it took so long💀) please enjoy! these all got kinda long NSJDJDJF
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☆ keeho:
keeho is soooooo chill honestly, definitely the least likely member to feel jealous. he doesn’t really ever get jealous because he really doesn’t feel threatened or upset by someone else flirting at you or anything, he knows he’s yours and you’re his and trusts you’ll let the person know. if someone crosses a line and makes you uncomfortable, he won’t hesitate to put them in their place and make it clear you’re taken, but it’s never out of jealousy, only concern for you and annoyance with the offender for overstepping your boundaries.
perhaps the only time he’d get jealous is before bagging you, when you’re still in the friendship stage and he jealous for any kind of special treatment from you. he’d just really wish he could be the one making you laugh and getting your attention before anyone else. but it’s never angry, it’s more bitterness and sadness than jealousy.
the only other exception to jealousy in your relationship is if you’re apart for a space of time and he sees you out without him. not because he’s even necessarily jealous but again, he’s got major fomo and just wants to be the one making your day, not watching from afar as other people do what should be his job😭
smut: jealous sex very rarely, if ever, happens with keeho just because he isn’t often jealous enough, nor does he often let his emotions get the best of him before he can talk them out. if you try hard enough to bug him, he’ll see right through you and get a little pissed, and that’s probably your best bet with him. “so this was what you were looking for, huh?” he’ll murmur in your ear as you tremble at the feeling of his fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt, whining his name as he inserts himself with a moan. “then take it.”
☆ theo:
theo doesn’t get jealous very often, he’s pretty relaxed about these kinds of things and feels like its pointless to be jealous. the one exception is when another guy gets you to laugh. your laugh is his absolute favourite thing in the world and knowing someone else was able to pull that from you, and multiple times, kinda itches at him. he doesn’t say anything, knowing neither of you actually did anything wrong, but he is eyeing the guy with a less than savory look.
will leave you alone until you notice him looking, and gestures for you to join him. “what?” “nothing.” he insists, while slinging an arm around your waist and drawing you in for a kiss. makes a dumb joke to see that laugh for himself, and instantly feels better just seeing it directed at him again.
theo just sees you as the light of his life and wants to be that for you, so as long as you’re giving him a fair amount of attention, he’s good. when you’re not, he’ll subtly bring your focus back to him, and chill out instantly.
smut: jealous sex almost never happens with theo either, as he’d much rather talk through his emotions or give them time to settle than let them get the better of him. even when you’re egging him on, he doesn’t fall for the bait and simply ignores you or walks away. you’d probably have to be really explicit about your desire for him to fuck his frustration out on you, and when he does, he won’t say much, just holds your body down as he pumps harshly into you, talking you quietly through it, holding your hands above your head and abusing your pussy until you’re crying and shaking.
☆ jiung:
when jiung gets jealous, it’s very quiet. you’re standing in a group, and one of the guys keeps trying to catch your attention without you realizing, and every time you laugh at a joke he tells, jiung’s body tenses. it just bothers him, and he can’t even pinpoint exactly why, since nothing’s really happening, except that he doesn’t like that your attention is constantly being encroached on by this other guy.
however, he doesn’t want to show that he’s jealous, and will keep it to himself, sulking a little bit until you notice. it’s easy to reassure him; a hand in his and a smile in his direction is usually enough to make him feel better and ease his anxieties, reminding him that he’s not left out; but if the guy is persistent, jiung may get worked up again and take things up a notch, an arm circling your waist tightly, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear, kissing the back of your hand, eyes sliding to the guy to make his position clear.
he won’t say anything to you directly until you’re out of there, not wanting to be disruptive or to upset you. will quietly tell you what bothered him, not because you did anything wrong, but just to talk it out of his system and receive a bit more reassurance from you. otherwise he might ruminate if left to his own devices and take a little bit to get the annoyance out of his head. when this happens, you just need to distract him with kisses, cuddles and the like. it’ll work wonders.
smut: jealous sex with jiung happens on occasion. he’s an emotional person, and sometimes it just gets the best of him. when he knows you’re down for it, jiung edges you to the point of tears, coaxing ragged moans from your throat and telling you to wait to come until he tells you to, all while rubbing your clit in tight circles and snapping his hips into yours. the sound of his name broken on your lips does so much for him when he was jealous just moments ago.
☆ intak:
easily the most jealous member in the group. if someone so much as looks at you with any perceived flirtatious intention, intak’s shifting in his seat, fighting against the demons in his head. mostly just because he thinks you’re the most perfect person in the world and of course any guy would see that about you, and he doesn’t want them to even try anything on you. will often stick close to you when you’re out and make it obvious you’re taken with a hand around your waist or clasped tightly in yours, and a kiss on your temple.
if you leave his side for a bit while the two of you are out, intak makes sure to keep a bit of an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because it would just kill him if some guy tried something and didn’t know you were already taken. he knows you’ll tell the guy yourself, but it irks him that the guy even thought about it or attempted something in the first place KHKJHF
never makes it your problem; however, he will be extra clingy and touchy when you’re out of there and back at his place or yours. just attaches himself to you, wants to be as close as possible to you, holding you and kissing you to make himself feel a little better. he’s just upset at the idea of someone else vying for your attention when it should be him!
smut: jealous sex definitely happens with intak, and it’s fast and intense. he’ll strip you himself, mouth focusing on your neck and mouth to suck and bite at, leaving some hickies in the process (and asks for marks from you, too, for good measure). his emotions rise to the surface and he just needs to fuck you immediately. will grind against your ass and smack it, telling you to take him, groaning all through it, pounding into you fast and hard. alternatively, he’s a big fan of having you suck him off…
☆ soul:
soul is also someone who is easily jealous, mostly because he just adores you so much that he wants to be around you all the time and be the center of your attention at any given moment. won’t be jealous immediately when your attention is directed elsewhere, but after a while he gets quiet and shifts closer to you, silently asking for you to look at him or hold his hand.
it’s pretty easy to ease soul’s mind if you stick close to him, or throw him a smile every once in awhile; as long as he’s in the loop, that’s typically good enough for him. if he continues to feel on the outskirts, however, he’s quite sulky and can get a little petty, getting a little passive aggressive to any questions or conversation directed his way.
when you’re alone again, you’ll need to approach soul first, because otherwise he’ll just be stuck in a loop with his emotions and thoughts all tangled together in a worried knot. all he really needs is you to play with his hair and tell him you love him, and he’ll be right as rain, kissing you back and calling you “mine” with a proud smile on his lips. he wasn’t ever upset with you, just missing your warm eyes on his, your smile directed at him.
smut: jealous sex only happens once in awhile, mostly when kissing you doesn’t make him feel close enough to you. He has to be really upset to get to this point, and it will be a lot of rutting against your heat and whispered words on your skin before anything progresses further. would love it if you took the lead, murmuring praises to him and reminding him just why he’s the center of your world, the same way you’re his.
☆ jongseob:
jongseob is the type to gaslight himself into thinking he doesn’t feel very jealous when he is, in fact, a pretty jealous person JKDHHD especially if he was already talking to you or standing close to you when another guy approaches you. even if it isn’t flirtatious by nature, it just pisses him off to see you smiling and chatting with another guy… not that he’s jealous, of course, he’d tell himself. the guy just shouldn’t have interrupted. why is he here, bothering you? what’s his deal?
really has to confront himself and come to terms with his jealousy when you ask him if he’s okay, not even realizing initially how quiet he’s gotten. says he’s fine, mostly because he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of anything or bother you with his petty emotions, but will grab your hand and engage you in other conversation now that he’s got your attention back so that your focus remains on him.
as long as he gets your attention back, he’s happy, but isn’t above side eyeing the guy and responding rather coldly if he comes close again. once you’re out of there, he’ll probably admit to being a little jealous and feeling kinda bad about it, but all he requires is your affection to set him straight again. is very happy to let a makeout session act as an olive branch, satisfied that your focus is now 100% on him and him only <3
smut: jealous sex with jongseob doesn’t happen super often, since he likes to deal with his emotions himself and rarely lets them run loose like that. on the occasion he feels like it, though, he’ll spend a lot of time working the both of you up to it, making out for a good while before anything else happens. will run his hands allllll over your body to remind himself you’re all his, and loves when you do the same as he slides into you, losing himself in the feeling of your warm walls around him, the sound of his name on your tongue as he hushes you and quietly groans in your ear, pushing you both closer to the edge.
ignoring them and packing your bags prank : p1harmony
pairing — p1harmony x reader
genre — a lil fluff, a lil angst, random asf
「 keeho. 」
⤷ first of all, he doesn’t buy your act one bit so he’s acting chill. he’s always pranking you so you wanted to at least get him back in some way. “so when you’re done with that, do you want to try that new restaurant?” “you think i’m joking. i’m really leaving you.” “okay. so we leave at 8.” but just in case, he would kiss your pout away to be fully sure it was just a prank and would not be able to hide the little sigh of relief when you kissed him back. you pull back, “ha! you did believe me.” playfully rolls his eyes, pushing you away.
「 theo. 」
⤷ ignores you back. he doesn’t know what he did to get you in a sudden mood and does not care at that point if he was already asking multiple times what was wrong. he’ll probably let you get as far as the driveway before asking you one more time. goes, “y/n, i’m giving you one more chance,” in a chilling voice. when you tell him it’s a prank, he’ll be very annoyed. probably continues to ignore you. you try to apologize to him with hugs and sweet words while laughing and although he barely returns the affection, he doesn’t push you away.
「 jiung. 」
⤷ quietly watches you. tries to remember if there was an argument or if he said anything to upset you or if you’ve said anything about going on a trip. you probably couldn’t even complete the prank; the moment he sees you starting to pack your clothes, he looks torn, confused, and broken. you stop immediately and tell him that it’s just a prank and that you don’t even know why you thought it would be fun. he’ll laugh that charming laugh of his and call you mean but nonetheless pulls you into him for a bone-crushing hug.
「 intak. 」
⤷ he’s going with you. like, you’re not just going to ignore him and pack up your shit without giving him an explanation why. he wouldn’t allow it. so wherever you go, he’s going. doesn’t even care when you tell him it’s a prank. he’s gonna make sure that you know that leaving him is never an option.
「 soul. 」
⤷ helps you pack your bags. you had been ignoring him all day but he’d catch on quicker than you’d realize. he’s not easy to fool and you take offense to the fact that he’s helping you. really has the audacity to carry your bags to the door and before you ‘leave’ he’s going, “don’t forget to leave your key,” and lists off the different things you owe him. probably even offers to get you a ride to wherever you’d need to go but that would be your breaking point and you’d have to tell him it was all a prank.
「 jongseob. 」
⤷ everything you put into your suitcase, he takes right back out. tosses it to the other side of the room. taking important documents? he’ll put it back where you originally stored it because why would you possibly need that?! he can do this all day. “y/n, do you have something you want to tell me?” hands firmly on his hips, his tone calm yet biting, and you know you would be taking it too far if you let this drag on any longer so you allow yourself to lock eyes with him until you break into a grin. realizes you had been pranking him. would be visibly annoyed but you can see as he’d relax, knowing you weren’t leaving him for real.
back scratching ・ 피원하모니 gn reader + word count 1.3k genre established relationship, fluff, suggestive? cw not proof-read — more 🥪
an missing piwon :(
KEEHO 윤기호
doesn't happen often, but sometimes he'll come to you with a hand kneading against his shoulder, complaining that his back aches so bad
his set of pajamas sweeps against the floor as he makes his way to you, ("--m'back," he mutters tiredly, brows furrowed, lips in a soft pout, glasses slipping off the tip of his nose). slips off his t-shirt with ease when you make space for him on the bed, settling down on his stomach, cheek pressed against your lap, arms snug around you, or playing with the hem of your clothing
the moment your hand touches him, he completely succumbs to your touch, letting out a low moan from the back of his throat as your hands knead his back muscles carefully. pulls you closer to him as if you aren't close enough, "is this okay?" you'd ask as you reach for his shoulder muscles, and he'd nod and ask you to go lower until you're each a part that aches him and have him breathing through his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut
loves it when you use these moments to use his back as a drawing pad, he names every single one (“--are you writing jongseob? cat? what.”) especially when he makes out the words i love you. but then he goes quiet, reminds himself that his mom used to do this for him when he was younger and thinks of it till tears prick the corner of his eyes and he wipes them off on your clothes. when you push back his hair and ask if he’s okay, he’ll shake his head and press himself further into your stomach, and kiss your knuckles when you turn him over to wipe your tears
THEO 최태양
he's so domestic :( loves when you do it before bed as a way to wind down or to wake him up
theo usually sleeps with his back facing you, one of your arms draped along his abdomen as he snores softly into the pillow, his hair tickling the arm underneath his neck (he hates to admit it but being the little spoon gives him so many butterflies)
when the morning comes around you pull back your limbs and gently graze your fingernails against his skin, tracing every bump and scar and mole
he's still asleep when he grumbles how nice your fingers are, if you try to retract he'll look for your hand, grab it and press it against his lower back (you laugh and he can't help but turn around with hearts in his eyes, places a soft kiss in the furrow of your brow before turning back, “continue please”)
taeyang thinks these are one of the only times he gets to truly have you to himself and he attempts to savour it as best as he can before having to leave for who knows how long
when it's time for bed he prefers to scratch your back, determined to return the favour but the kiss you give him on the tip of his nose makes him retreat a bit. taeyang won't ever admit it but this is his favourite thing to do :(( when you rub the back of his neck gently playing with the tufts of his hair he feels so shy
JIUNG 최지웅
he never really asks for it, but melts every time that you do. jiung comes back from work with sweat sticking to his forehead and bags under his eyes. he doesn’t say much — just that he’s tired and that he’ll take a quick shower before placing a soft kiss against your temple and heading his way
eventually he comes out of the shower with a small towel on his shoulder and glasses on the tip of his nose. he usually prefers to do it for you — scratching your back — but can't help but smile lazily whenever you do it for him
sits hunched in front of the dinner table, poking at and tearing his food apart while you stay beside him, dipping your palm into the collar of his shirt. technically you're not supposed to do this while he's eating, but goodness, who cares, the look he gives with his cheeks full and fighting back a smile tells you everything
on most days, he'll put a hand over his mouth and attempt to tell you about his day, but on others, like today, he'd rather sit in silence with you
jiung finds comfort in the silence with you after a long day, the faint sound of scratching that fills the air makes it all so intimate
INTAK 황인탁
loves them the most out of the six of them, the biggest golden retriever :( pulls his shirt over his head and his hair all wet and messy (after an unreasonably quick shower) and wraps himself against you on the bed, arms in either side if your head, his head on your chest, his entire body weight flat against yours (“—does it hurt?” “no..” “good.”)
chuckles into your chest and leaves a kiss against your jawline and your cheek and your chin and anyway he can reach
intak is too privileged, he's got an amazing partner who gives him back rubs and scratches just for existing
the feeling of your nails softly grazing his skin makes him melt into you, grabs your wrist and tucks your hand under his shirt (when he wears one) or on his bare shoulders. you can practically feel him smiling against you, asking you to look at him and his eyes practically shine underneath the bedside lamp, dimples breaking out when your eyes meet
this is everything he's ever wanted
SOUL ショタ
shota let out a deafening laugh the first time you placed a hand on his bare back. his entire body jolted upward and scared you so bad (he teases you about it whenever he gets the chance). loves getting back scratches; he lets out the softest sighs and groans whenever contact is made
won't ask for it directly but he'll sure as hell let you know (hair pulled in all sorts of directions, Minecraft t shirt on backwards, wearing your shorts…)
shota would find you on the couch flipping through the TV channels lazily and will gladly dump himself onto you with a grunt, you laugh when he squeezes himself into the small space, wiggling and twisting and turning until he makes himself comfortable
peppers the softest set of kisses all over your face before settling his head in the crook of your neck — arms wrapped tight around your waist and legs tangled with each other. that's when you know it's time to get scratching..
can't bite back the biggest content smile that leaves him when you tuck your hand under his shirt, (“you could've just asked…” you mutter softly, and he shakes his head against you) his skin is so soft, and he MELTS
giggles into you when it gets too ticklish, but he enjoys it so much, falls asleep really fast, he's practically drooling on you in the next 10 minutes
JONGSEOB 김종섭
just like intak, jongseob absolutely adores back scratches. he's practically a human cat curling into your side whenever he feels your nails graze the skin on his back. wholeheartedly believes that scratching his back helps him fall asleep better ("--i swear, i've timed it," he'd say, following you around the apartment like a dog with its owner)
never outright asks for it but when it's what he wants when he dims the lights of your shared bedroom, climbing onto bed with nothing but plaid pants and a gorillaz tshirt, and rests his head gently against your shoulder
he feels the back of his shirt hike up slowly and smiles against you, taking note of how warm your hands feel against his bare skin. tangles his legs with yours underneath the covers and hugs your waist so tight, completely refusing to let go. considers this your wind-down time and he tries not to put all his deadweight on you but can't help it
groggily whispers i love you and leaves lazy wet kisses against your shoulder, your collarbone, and does his best to respond to you (low hums and nodding to your words, but his hair brushes against your side and tickles your neck). jongseob lets out a sigh that vibrates through his chest ,and soon enough, he's out like a light
ֺ𓏲𝄢̣̣ how does piwon act when they're the ones trying to get you back?
ex!intak, ex!soul, ex!jongseob x reader (separate) wc 586 yearninggg sososo much fluff they're all pretty desperate sweet piwon hyung line headcanons
Despite how cocky ex!INTAK may seem, he’ll forever act like a puppy who can’t function without you. He texts you like the two of you never broke up, to the point where you have to block him for your phone to stop blowing up. He still sends texts even though they don’t go through.
ex!INTAK begs all of your friends to try and convince you to unblock him, hell, he’s so desperate that he’ll buy a new phone to contact you. Pathetic, he knows, but poor Intak can’t function without his favorite person.
ex!INTAK has one too many fake pages just to look at your content (and to see if you’ve moved on because he certainly hasn’t).
ex!INTAK who finally gets fed up with no contact after a week, knocking on your door with a bouquet of flowers bigger than your head and your favorite snacks.
When you open up, he completely forgets the apology he recited five times in the car, and shoves the things in your arms while begging for another chance. ex!INTAK nearly does a backflip when you let him come inside to talk.
ex!SOUL doesn’t understand what he did wrong, but he sure as hell wants to make things right. Literally spams you with cute emoticons until you respond, then begs for you to call him so the two of you can talk it out. It’s hard for you to say no.
When ex!SOUL finds out what went wrong, he will sulk. Like, actually sulk to the point where Keeho has to take him out for food to get him out of the house.
He cannot accept the fact that the two of you aren’t together anymore. Texts you sweet stuff every day, selfies, what he ate, or things that remind him of you. ex!SOUL streams games for you and sends the recordings hoping that you’ll at least view the message. Even being left on read is a win in his books.
ex!SOUL doesn’t believe in nonchalance. When the boys tell him to chill and stop spamming you? Best believe he does worse. He needs you in his life, it’s not fair!
Surprisingly, you crack way before ex!SOUL expects you to, responding to one of his texts asking to go out to eat. To say that he’s beyond excited might be an understatement.
ex!JONGSEOB, like Theo, tries his hardest to be nonchalant when you break things off, but deep down, he’s panicking.
ex!JONGSEOB secretly writes songs for you, and accumulates a whole file labeled with your name filled with little bits and pieces of projects. He doesn’t think to send them to you because he would hate for you to think he’s desperate.
ex!JONGSEOB, who does occasionally text you small yet sweet things like “did you eat” or “how was your day”. Jongseob never expects a response, but one would definitely be nice.
He goes a good two weeks without your laughter filling his ears before deciding that he has had enough, throwing away that carefully crafted nonchalant front to get his pride in life back. ex!JONGSEOB realizes then and there that he was actually in love with you.
You’re barely shocked when you see your ex!JONGSEOB standing at your doorstep, rocking back and forth on his heels before muttering a soft “I miss you”. You wish he would’ve admitted to it a little sooner so you could listen to all the stuff he wrote for you.
@jeongspetal 4.4.26
authors note: go read hyung ver of this pls r dont ily either way
SYNOPSIS: in which intak is baddie y/n's boy best friend who cannot hide his devotion to her even if he tried, and y/n cannot for the life for her actually believe that he feels the way he says he does, taking his over the top declarations as jokes of his chosen extended bit.
CONTENT: suggestive content via memes and thirsting from intak, fluff, fake tweet format, idk what else to put here tbh.
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a/n: this is the second smau I've written about intak (check out my first smau South! here, i think its pretty funny idkidkidk) and I'm calling him down bad, bounty hypocrite era. I'm not planning on making this a multi part series but im considering... much to think about.
⋆˚࿔synopis. p1harmonys reaction to their girlfriends being a bit insecure when they go to have sex for the first time.
⋆˚࿔ warnings. 18+ content MDNI, reader is chubby, talks about being insecure about size, p in v, sweet talk.
⋆˚࿔ requests and taglist are open.
just something i’ve beeb wanting to write for a while. as a chubby girl myself i feel like most people never write about our body type. everyone’s beautiful in their own way and you all deserve appreciation no matter what <3
keeho
he’s going to be so gentle about it. he would pull you into a slow kiss to distract you. then he would pull back to look into your eyes. “hey don’t be shy.” he said with his thumb tracing your jaw. “i want to touch evert inch of you. don’t hide from me mama. you’re so gorgeous.” he then would lean down on kiss from your chest down to your belly. “you’re so soft and cuddly. i love it. you were made for me.” he would push you back on the bed gently his hands roaming over your curves. “i wanna be inside you already fuck.” he would postion himself between your legs cock sliding in slowly. “i love you.”
theo
he’s gonna be super sweet and reasuring. he might even crack a joke to break the tension. “hey don’t hide from me.” he said making eye contact. “you’re the most beautiful girl i know. im not going to care about anything other then how much i want you.” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” he said as he started rubbing circles on your clit with his finger. “i wanna make you feel so good.” he would kiss all on your face. “gonna make love to you.”
jiung
he would be all over you. wanting you to feel loved. he will kiss all over your face, neck, and your shoulders. “i love you so much.” he whispered against your skin. “ i love your body. i love how you feel in my arms.” he would guide your hands to his waist having you touch him. “you feel so soft. i loge it. gonna make you feel so good.” and when you blush and try to hide he would just smile and kiss all on your belly. “so cute.” he chuckled. he would kiss his way to your lips before sliding himself into you.
intak
he’s gonna be super reassuring. he will probably geab your hips and pull you close. “you’re beautiful.” he would say. “i’ve been wanting to be inside you for so long.” he would kiss you deeply. his hands roaming all over your body. “don’t worry about anyhing. just focus on me.” when he takes your shirt off and you try to hide he would just smile and kiss your boobs. “so fucking perfect.” “wanna make you cum on my fingers first.” he slid a finger into your slick folds prepping you for his dick.
soul
he’s gonna be shy at first but very reassuring. he would kiss you softly. his hands rubbing your back. “i love you and your perfect body.” he whispered. “you’re beautiful just the way you are.” he kissed your forehead. he would then kiss his way down your body. “gonna make you cum on my tounge.” he just wants his head buried between your thighs basically worshiping you and your body.
jongseob
he would be very mature about it. “princess. don’t be shy.” he would say. “your body is perfect. no need to be insecure around me.” he looked at you. “fuckin love it.” he would just stare at you in awe. he would make sure every inch of your body would feel loved by him. he was obsessed with you and he damn sure made it known. he could have his face between your legs for hours and not get tired. he could also make love to you for hours.
Ot6 piwon getting wasted and not recognizing you and each time you try to take care of them they’re like ‘back off I have a girlfriend’ and after some back and forth they finally realize you are in fact the girlfriend. 😭😭 I’d love to see ur interpretation of this!!
pairing: P1Harmony x reader
warnings: alcohol use, mentions of smoking, drink responsible!, Boys being drunk and cute
Disclaimer: not my pic!
Keeho
You got the call close to midnight, the kind that already promised chaos. You drove to the back entrance of the club and parked where the lights were dimmer and the bass thumped through concrete like a second heartbeat.
Theo waited by the door, one arm slung around Keeho’s shoulders, the other bracing him upright. Keeho looked impressive in the way a collapsed chandelier still sparkled on the floor. His head lolled forward, hair falling into his eyes, mouth already forming complaints.
You stepped out of the car and crossed your arms.
“What the hell did you do with him?”
Theo laughed, full and unapologetic. “He did it to himself. He started with the shots. Said he was invincible.”
Keeho lifted his head at the sound of your voice, blinking slowly. His gaze slid right past you like you were a decorative plant.
You sighed and moved closer. “Of course he did.”
Theo guided Keeho toward your car while you opened the back door. The moment you tried to help him inside, Keeho stiffened like a man possessed.
“Woah woah woah,” he said loudly. “Absolutely not.”
You paused. “Keeho, get in the car.”
He pointed a shaky finger at you, eyes narrowed with drunken conviction. “Ma'am, I am already taken,” he announced. “And I will not get into a mysterious vehicle with a stranger.”
Theo doubled over laughing.
You clenched your jaw. “Keeho...get your ass into the car now.”
He leaned closer, squinting at you as if the answer might suddenly appear. Then he snorted.
“I see,” he said. “You are very dangerous.”
You stared at him.
“A siren,” he continued, nodding to himself. “A beautiful siren. Trying to lure me into your shiny metal trap.”
Theo wheezed behind you.
You turned and shot Theo a glare sharp enough to cut glass. He only laughed harder.
“Not today Satan,” Keeho said firmly. “I am strong. I am loyal. I will not be seduced.”
“Get in now!” you repeated through your teeth.
He crossed his arms. You did not argue anymore. You grabbed him by the jacket, shoved him onto the backseat, and shut the door before he could protest again. The sound echoed like victory.
Theo wiped tears from his eyes. “Text me when you're home.”
You flipped him off and got into the driver’s seat.
As soon as you pulled away, Keeho started talking.
He babbled about the music being too loud, about someone stealing his drink, about how proud he was of himself for resisting imaginary temptations. He asked you your name three times and decided each answer was suspicious. At some point he declared the car seats very judgmental.
Ten minutes later, his voice softened. His words slurred into nonsense. His head tipped to the side. He fell asleep mid sentence.
The city lights blurred past while the car filled with quiet. You glanced back once and shook your head.
When he woke up, the world looked different to him. His eyes opened slowly, blinking against the softer light. He shifted, groaning.
“…My head...what the-”
You glanced at him through the mirror. “Rise and shine.”
He frowned, then really looked at you. Recognition bloomed like sunrise.
“Y/n,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
He sat up a little straighter, suddenly sheepish. “Where did you come from?” he asked. “I swear you weren’t there before.”
You laughed despite yourself and kept driving, already knowing tomorrow would be worse.
Theo
It was well past midnight when the noise dragged you out of sleep. A soft thud, followed by metal scraping against metal, then a quiet curse that sounded far too polite to be an intruder.
You groaned, pushed yourself out of bed, and padded toward the door. The sound came again. Someone was very seriously negotiating with the lock.
When you opened the door, you found Theo standing there, jacket crooked, hair slightly undone, one hand gripping his keys like they had personally offended him. He stared at the lock with intense concentration.
“What are you doing?” you asked, voice still thick with sleep.
He startled and looked up at you. His eyes widened, then softened immediately.
“Oh,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
You blinked. “Theo?”
He frowned gently, studying your face like a puzzle he was too tired to finish. “I think I may be at the wrong door,” he said apologetically. “This keeps happening tonight.”
You glanced at the keys, then back at him. “Are you drunk?”
He paused, considering the question with care. “Yes,” he admitted. “I did have quite a bit to drink.”
You rolled your eyes and reached for his wrist. “Come inside before you wake the neighbors.”
He stumbled a little as you pulled him in, catching himself on the wall. He immediately straightened and smiled at you.
“Thank you,” he said warmly. “You’re very kind.”
He looked around the apartment like it was a museum. “But I should tell you,” he added, lowering his voice, “I am already in a very beautiful relationship.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s great, Theo. Now go to bed.”
He shook his head, suddenly very serious. “No, no. I’ll take the couch. It wouldn’t be right. I have a girlfriend.”
You guided him toward the bedroom anyway. He resisted gently, like a man trying to follow rules written in fog.
“Theo,” you said, patience thinning. “I am your girlfriend.”
He stopped walking. Blinked once. Then again.
“…You are?”
You crossed your arms. “Yes.”
He leaned closer, squinting like before, then smiled slowly. “Well,” he said, “if you are, then she’s very beautiful.”
You laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room. “Oh Good god."
You pushed him gently onto the bed. He landed with a soft bounce, grinning up at you.
“Wow,” he murmured.
You pointed at him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He reached for your hand, squeezing it with sudden sincerity. “I love her,” he said earnestly. “So much. I really hope you get to meet her one day.”
Your laugh came out softer this time. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
You started helping him out of his jacket, then his shoes, moving carefully while he watched you with unfocused affection. He hummed quietly, completely relaxed now.
“Thank you,” he said again, eyes already drifting shut.
“For what?” you asked.
“For taking care of me,” he answered, smiling. “She does that too. She’s wonderful.”
You shook your head, smiling to yourself, and pulled the blanket over him. He was asleep before you finished, still smiling like he’d solved something important at the very end of the day.
Jiung
The bar was already loud when you stepped inside, all warm lights and overlapping laughter, but Jiung’s voice cut through it easily. He sat between the others, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, talking with his hands like the world depended on it.
“And I’m telling you,” he said earnestly, “she’s beautiful. Like, unfairly beautiful. And pretty. And guys...the things she does in bed...”
You stopped short.
Keeho choked on his drink. Someone else laughed. Jiung kept going, completely unbothered.
“I mean, truly incredible,” he continued, nodding to himself. “I wake up and think, wow. That’s my life.”
Heat crept up your neck. You walked over and tipped his shoulder with the back of your hand. “Jiung,” you warned.
He turned around.
His eyes widened immediately, big and round, like a startled cat. He stared at you for a long second, then looked around at the others.
“Oh my god” he said slowly, pointing at you. “She looks exactly like my girlfriend.”
The table exploded into laughter.
Your shoulders dropped as the realization hit. He was gone. Completely drunk.
You sighed. “Hilarious, let's go”
He laughed, bright and musical, shaking his head. “I’m flattered,” he said kindly, patting your hand like you were a stranger with a bold proposal. “But I have a girlfriend.”
You nodded, biting back a smile. “Of course you do.”
You grabbed his hand anyway and tugged him up. He stumbled to his feet, still laughing, and leaned back toward Keeho.
“Hyung,” he said seriously, gripping his sleeve. “If you see my girlfriend, tell her I tried to resist.”
Keeho was already crying laughing. “I’ll make sure she knows.”
“Thank you,” Jiung said solemnly. “I don’t want her mad. She’s very scary when she’s mad.”
You dragged him toward the door while the others waved you off, still amused. Outside, the cool night air hit his face and he sucked in a deep breath, blinking.
You stopped him under the streetlight and grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “Pull yourself together.”
He froze.
His eyes focused. His brows knit together. Then something clicked.
“…Wait,” he said softly.
You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
A slow, radiant smile spread across his face. “Baby...it's you.”
Relief washed through you. “Finally.”
He laughed again, this time softer, happier, and leaned forward to press a sloppy, affectionate kiss to your lips. It was clumsy and warm and very drunk, but full of relief.
“There you are,” he murmured. “Why were you pretending to be yourself?”
You shook your head, smiling despite everything. “You embarrassed me in there.”
He giggled, resting his forehead against yours. “I was telling the truth,” he said proudly. “She’s amazing.”
You wrapped an arm around him and started guiding him down the street. He leaned into you easily now, recognition fully settled, steps still unsteady.
“I’m sorry,” he added after a moment. “I really thought you were a clone.”
You laughed. “Of course you did.”
He smiled at you again, eyes half closed, happiness unmistakable. “I’m glad it was you who came,” he said. “I missed you. Even when I didn’t know it was you.”
Intak
Soul warned you the moment he stepped inside, one hand still steadying Intak by the shoulder.
“He had too much,” Soul said calmly. “A lot too much.”
You waved it off, already reaching for Intak. “I’ve got him.”
Intak blinked at you, eyes glassy but bright, lips curled into a lazy smile. He swayed where he stood, clearly enjoying the sensation of standing upright despite gravity’s objections.
Soul watched for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll go,” he said. “Good luck.”
The door closed, and you turned your full attention to Intak.
“Okay,” you said gently, voice automatically shifting into the tone reserved for children and drunks. “How about you put on your Pj's and go to bed huh?"
He nodded immediately. Very seriously. “Yes.”
You guided him toward the bedroom, hands hovering just in case. He shuffled obediently, humming to himself. Once you stopped him near the bed, you gestured at his jacket.
“All right. Let’s get you changed.”
He froze.
“Wait,” he slurred, holding up a finger. “Turn around.”
You laughed. “Why?”
He frowned, brows knitting together as if you had asked something outrageous. “Because,” he said slowly, “I am taken.”
You bit back another laugh. “You are?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Only my girlfriend can see me naked.”
“That’s very respectable of you,” you said, amused. “I’ll turn around.”
You faced the wall, arms crossed, still listening carefully. Behind you, there was some fumbling. Fabric rustled. A zipper made a tragic attempt at cooperation.
Then came a soft thump.
“Ouch,” Intak said dryly.
You turned around immediately. He was sitting on the floor, legs awkwardly folded under him, pants halfway undone, expression more surprised than hurt.
You sighed. “You okay?”
He nodded slowly. “The floor attacked me.”
You crouched down in front of him. “Let me help you.”
He immediately shook his head, trying to scoot back. “No, no. You said you’d turn around.”
“I won’t look,” you promised. “I’m also in a relationship.”
He paused. Considered this.
“Oh,” he said, brightening. “Okay then.”
You carefully helped him out of his pants, keeping your eyes very deliberately on the carpet. He relaxed instantly, shoulders dropping, trust absolute.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Once his legs were free, his head tipped forward. His eyes fluttered.
“Intak?” you asked.
He was already asleep.
You burst out laughing, quietly, as you eased him onto the bed. He didn’t stir as you removed the rest of his clothes, working around limbs that had gone pleasantly boneless. Every so often he mumbled something unintelligible, completely at peace.
You pulled a shirt over him, tugged the blanket up, and brushed his hair out of his face. He smiled in his sleep, like he’d won something.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered fondly.
He snored in response, loyal even in dreams.
Soul
Soul was never build for champagne.
You realized that somewhere between his third glass and the way his laughter started lagging half a second behind reality. Now you and Jongseob were practically carrying him out of the album launch party, one arm each, Soul’s feet doing their best impression of cooperation.
You glanced down at him, squinting. “How are you this drunk already?”
Jongseob adjusted his grip and sighed. “He didn’t eat anything.”
Soul giggled at that, head lolling forward. “That’s not true.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“I had strawberries,” he said proudly, lifting a finger like he was presenting evidence.
You snorted. “Those were in the champagne.”
He paused. Thought about it. Then laughed again, delighted. “Oh.”
The night air hit you as the doors closed behind you. It was cooler outside, quieter, the city humming instead of shouting. Jongseob pulled out his phone.
“I’ll get a cab,” he said. “Don’t let him fall asleep.”
“Great,” you muttered. “No pressure at all.”
Jongseob stepped away, already tapping at his screen. You stayed with Soul, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back, the other steadying his arm.
“Eyes open, Soldier,” you murmured.
He groaned softly and lifted his head, eyes half open, unfocused. He looked at you like you were a very pleasant dream.
“You’re like really cute,” he said.
You smiled faintly. “Aww thanks.”
He tilted his head. “Have we… met before?”
You froze for a beat, then realized the glassy confusion behind his eyes. Alcohol was steering the wheel now.
You nodded. “Yeah. We met before.”
His face lit up with quiet satisfaction. “Ha! I thought so.”
He studied you carefully, then nodded again. “You’re pretty.”
You laughed under your breath and patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Soul.”
“But,” he added solemnly, “I’m in a relationship.”
“You don't say,” you said gently.
He seemed relieved, like he’d passed an important moral test. Then his foot caught on nothing at all and he stumbled sideways.
You reacted instantly, bracing him as he bumped into you. He clutched at your shoulder, arm draping around you naturally, weight leaning in.
He went very still.
“…Y/n,” he said.
You looked down at him. “What?”
His eyes sharpened just a little, recognition flickering on like a shy light. He squinted at you, then smiled, soft and surprised.
“How did you get here so fast?” he asked.
You closed your eyes and sighed. “Unbelievable.”
He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours, still smiling like he’d just solved a magic trick. You kissed his cheek quickly, fond and practiced, and kept him upright.
“Jongseob,” you called out, voice carrying into the night. “Where is the damn taxi?”
Jongseob waved from across the curb. “Two minutes!”
Soul hummed contentedly, cheek warm where you kissed it, arm still secure around your shoulders. He relaxed again, drunk logic satisfied, trusting you completely.
You shook your head, rubbing his back as the city lights blurred softly around you.
Jongseob
The club was loud enough to rattle your bones, but Jongseob’s absence was louder. You checked the bar, the dance floor, the corners where conversations went to hide. Nothing. A familiar itch of worry settled in your chest.
You pushed through the back door and found him outside.
He leaned against the wall, cigarette dangling from his lips, posture loose and dramatic like he had rehearsed this moment. The neon light caught his face just right, eyes glassy, smile lazy.
“What the hell are you doing?” you asked.
He looked at you slowly, then grinned. “Being cool,” he said. “Like those guys in movies.”
You stared at him for half a second before reaching forward and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. “You hate smoking.”
He nodded immediately. “Yeah.”
Then he paused, squinted at the cigarette in your hand, and pointed at himself. “But I look really hot doing it.”
He swayed a little as if to prove his point, then coughed, bending forward with a rough laugh.
You chuckled despite yourself. “Yeah, very cool. Go drink some water.”
He straightened and waved you off. “I’m fine.”
You crossed your arms. “Are you sure about that?”
He nodded firmly, eyes closing for a second as he tried to keep the world steady. “You sound like my girlfriend.”
Your smile faltered.
You looked at him more closely then, at the unfocused way his gaze slid past your face instead of landing. He didn’t recognize you. He was gone-gone.
Before you could say anything, his expression changed. His hand flew to the wall and he turned sharply away.
You followed him instinctively, one hand already rubbing his back as he threw up, shoulders shaking. You sighed softly, not surprised at all.
“yeah,” you said gently. “You drink, then you smoke, then this.”
He groaned miserably, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stayed bent forward for a moment, breathing slowly, the night air cooling his flushed face.
Then he lifted his head.
He blinked once. Then again.
“Oh,” he murmured, voice small. “Y/n”
You softened instantly. “Hey.”
He said your name quietly, like saying it anchored him back into his body. “I don’t feel so good.”
You nodded. “I know.”
You took his hand, warm and slightly trembling, and squeezed it reassuringly. “Let’s go home now.”
He didn’t argue. He leaned into you instead, trusting, exhausted, embarrassment already creeping in around the edges of sobriety.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as you guided him away from the wall. “I tried to be cool.”
You smiled and pressed your thumb into his palm. “You don’t need cigarettes for that.”
He huffed out a weak laugh and followed you without resistance, steps slow but steady, the club noise fading behind you as the night finally quieted down.
