How about reader who sends piwon spicy messages while on tour and the other guys catch a glimpse while they’re waking by or something, I feel like some of them would be so flat out embarrassed and others would just be like ‘mind your business’😩
pairing: P1harmony x reader
warnings: P1Harmony being MEN, some sexting, public stuff, them getting all flustered and cute
disclaimer: not my pic!
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✮⋆˙Keeho✮⋆˙
The studio was loud in a muted way, filled with overlapping voices, the whir of hairdryers, and the faint smell of nail polish. Keeho sat in the styling chair, elbows resting loosely on the armrests while a stylist finished painting his nails. His hands were held gently, turned this way and that beneath the bright lights.
When they finally pulled away, Keeho lifted his hands and inspected them. The polish was dark, glossy, clean. It looked intentional, sharp in a way that made him grin to himself. He flexed his fingers once, then twice, admiring the way the color caught the light.
Without thinking much about it, he reached for his phone.
He snapped a picture, angling it carefully so the nails were centered and the lighting did the work for him. He sent it to you with a short caption, something casual. Nothing deep. Just sharing.
Keeho leaned back in the chair, attention drifting as he waited. He barely noticed the stylist stepping away or the movement behind him. His focus was on the phone resting loosely in his hand.
It buzzed.
He glanced down, expecting something teasing but harmless.
The message loaded.
Keeho froze.
Looks good, but I prefer it wrapped around my throat ;)
His brain short-circuited for half a second as the words sank in. Filthy. Bold. Very intentional. The kind of message that felt like it had been typed slowly, with purpose, knowing exactly what it would do to him.
Heat rushed to his face instantly. His cheeks burned, his ears going hot as he sucked in a quiet breath. He bit down on his lower lip without thinking, teeth catching skin as his eyes traced the message again, just to be sure he hadn’t misread it.
He hadn’t.
A soft, breathy laugh slipped out of him, barely audible over the noise of the studio. He tilted the phone closer to his chest like that would somehow make it safer, more private. His shoulders tensed, posture tightening as his thumb hovered uselessly over the screen.
He was absolutely going to text back. Just not yet. He needed a second.
“Nice.”
The voice came from directly behind him.
Keeho nearly dropped his phone.
He startled so hard the chair creaked, fingers tightening around the device as he twisted around, heart slamming into his ribs. His eyes widened when he saw Theo standing there, arms loosely crossed, expression perfectly calm.
Too calm.
Keeho followed Theo’s gaze in slow horror as it flicked briefly toward his phone.
“Oh my god,” Keeho blurted out, yanking the phone closer to himself. “Don't look at that.”
Theo’s mouth twitched. “Relax. I only saw enough to understand what kind of jewelry y/n is into.”
Keeho’s face went even redder, if that was possible. He felt heat crawl all the way down his neck as he straightened in the chair, flustered energy buzzing under his skin. “Stop sneaking up on me like that!"
“I wasn’t sneaking,” Theo replied dryly. “I was just standing here.”
“You were standing too quietly,” Keeho shot back, jabbing a finger vaguely behind him. “That’s worse.”
Theo tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “Well...guess she likes the nails."
Keeho groaned and covered his face with one hand, phone clutched in the other. “Stop. Please stop talking.”
Theo laughed under his breath. “She is bold huh?”
Keeho peeked at him through his fingers, mortified. “You just saw one line.”
“One line was enough,” Theo said easily.
Keeho dropped his hand and fixed Theo with a glare that lacked any real threat. His ears were still bright red. “If you ever do that again,” he warned, “I’m changing my phone password and haunt you forever.”
Theo smiled, already stepping away. “Worth it.”
Keeho exhaled slowly, sinking back into the chair, heart still racing. He looked down at his phone again, cheeks warm, lips curling despite himself.
Yeah. He was definitely texting back now.
✮⋆˙Theo✮⋆˙
The dorm living room was loud in the comfortable, messy way it always was on game night. Controllers were scattered across the floor, snacks half opened on the table, and the TV glowed with a paused game screen while everyone argued about whose turn it was next. Theo sat cross-legged on the couch, back against the armrest, only half paying attention.
His attention was on his phone and on you.
While the others debated rules and teams, Theo typed quickly, thumbs moving with ease. He smiled down at the screen, expression soft in a way that didn’t match the competitive noise around him. He angled his phone and snapped a picture of the TV, the paused game bright and colorful. His lap was visible at the bottom of the frame, knees bent, relaxed. He sent it without much thought.
Seconds later, his phone buzzed.
Theo looked down.
And his entire face lit up.
Mmhh, I wish I was on top of you right now....
His smile spread wide and bright, eyes crinkling as he read the message. The reaction was instant. His shoulders straightened, energy sparking through him like he’d just been handed a secret advantage. He bit the inside of his cheek, excitement flickering across his expression as he reread it, then let out a quiet, pleased laugh.
“Fuck” he murmured to himself.
That was when the room noticed.
“Why do you look like that?” Soul asked.
Theo didn’t answer. He was already typing back, grin firmly in place.
Jiung noticed first.
He leaned closer from Theo’s left, curiosity written plainly on his face. “What are you smiling at?”
Theo reacted immediately, snapping his phone closer to his chest and turning slightly away. “Nothing.”
Jiung squinted. “That wasn’t a nothing smile.”
Before Theo could respond, movement on his other side gave him away.
Intak, sprawled comfortably on the floor with his back against the couch, had the perfect angle. His eyes flicked to Theo’s phone just as the screen lit up again. He froze for half a second, then slowly looked up at Theo, disbelief and delight mixing together.
“Oh,” Intak said. “Oh.”
Theo blinked. “You didn’t see anything.”
“I absolutely did,” Intak replied, already grinning. “Wow.”
Theo finally locked his phone and set it face down on his thigh, unfazed. He leaned back, folding his arms loosely, smile still sitting proudly on his face.
Jiung leaned closer again. “See what?”
Intak laughed. “Y/n is wild.”
Theo hummed in agreement, clearly pleased. “Sometimes.”
Jiung raised his eyebrows. “You’re not even embarrassed?”
Theo shook his head. “Why would I be?”
The teasing came quickly after that. Comments tossed across the room. A few exaggerated reactions. Keeho whistled. Intak pretended to fan himself dramatically.
Theo stayed relaxed through all of it.
He didn’t hide his smile. If anything, it only grew more confident. He shrugged casually, tone easy. “I’m just saying, if your girlfriend wasn’t texting you stuff like this, that’d be more concerning.”
Intak laughed outright. “You’re unbelievable.”
Theo glanced back down at his phone, unlocked it briefly, and typed a short reply. His grin softened, turning fond. Whatever you had said clearly stuck with him.
“Okay,” someone finally said, grabbing a controller. “Game. Now. Before Theo starts dry humping the couch.”
Theo looked up, still smiling. “Jealousy is a personal journey.”
Groans filled the room, but Theo only leaned back, comfortable and unbothered. His phone buzzed once more in his hand, and he glanced at it with the same proud, excited expression.
Yeah. He was winning tonight.
✮⋆˙Jiung✮⋆˙
The gym was loud with metal clanking and steady breathing, the air thick with heat and effort. Jiung stood near the mirror, hands braced on his knees as he caught his breath. Sweat clung to his hair and dotted his forehead, sliding down his temples and along his jaw. His shirt stuck to his back, evidence of a workout he had taken seriously.
He straightened and grabbed his phone, angling it toward his face. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, skin damp. He snapped a quick selfie without overthinking it, the kind that wasn’t polished but honest. He sent it to you and wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt, exhaling slowly.
He hadn’t even finished lowering his phone when it buzzed.
Jiung glanced down, expecting something teasing but safe.
Instead, the reply hit him full force.
Don't forget to wipe my seat for later :P
His eyes widened for just a fraction of a second before his expression cracked. Heat rushed straight to his face, deeper and faster than the workout had managed. His ears burned. His shoulders tensed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw, fighting the grin threatening to break loose.
“Seriously?” he muttered, half laughing under his breath.
He reread the message. Then again.
His pulse kicked up, body suddenly buzzing with a different kind of energy. His grip tightened around his phone, knuckles whitening slightly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was very aware of himself all of a sudden. Too aware.
Next to him, Intak leaned against a machine, pretending very badly not to be curious.
“What are you smiling at?” Intak asked casually, already inching closer.
“Nothing,” Jiung replied too fast, turning his phone slightly away.
That was mistake number one.
Intak leaned in anyway, eyes sharp, timing impeccable. He squinted at the screen, lips moving as he read.
Out loud.
"Don't forget to wipe my seat for later,” Intak said slowly. Then he read the message again, still not fully getting it. “Oh… wait.”
Jiung’s head snapped up. “Don’t read that.”
It took Intak a full two seconds.
Then his eyes went wide.
His mouth fell open.
And then he laughed. Loud.
“BRO.”
Jiung groaned and elbowed him sharply in the side, not enough to hurt but more than enough to send a message. “Mind your own business!”
Intak wheezed, clutching his side, still laughing. “I didn’t get it at first!”
“That makes it worse,” Jiung snapped, shoving his phone into his pocket.
Intak straightened, grin stretching across his face, eyes still bright with disbelief. “You realize you hit the jackpot, right?”
Jiung scoffed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Stop talking.”
“I’m serious,” Intak continued, pointing at him. “That’s insane. You’re insane. She’s insane.”
Jiung shook his head, trying to look annoyed, trying to cool down. “You’re being weird.”
But the heat never really left his face.
Inside, something warm settled in his chest, quiet but solid. Pride. He knew exactly what Intak meant, even if he refused to admit it out loud. He knew how lucky he was. How bold you were. How confidently you chose him.
He cleared his throat and turned away, pretending to stretch, jaw tight to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
“Congrats, man,” Intak added, softer now. “Really.”
Jiung didn’t answer right away. He reached into his pocket, thumb brushing against his phone, heart still racing. He shook his head once, a small, resigned motion.
“…Yeah,” he said finally, under his breath.
He acted annoyed, but deep down, he knew the truth.
You were the jackpot.
✮⋆˙Intak✮⋆˙
The studio was loud with laughter and half-finished ideas, the kind of energy that only showed up when they were supposed to be working but weren’t feeling particularly serious. Music played faintly from the speakers while the members messed around, someone tapping a beat on the table, someone else spinning in a chair that definitely wasn’t meant for that.
Intak sat on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, grin wide as he leaned forward. “Wait, wait, look at this,” he said, already hitting play on a video.
The others gathered closer, attention snapping into place as the video played. Intak held the phone out confidently, angling it so everyone could see. He laughed first, shoulders shaking as he replayed the funniest part, clearly enjoying the moment of being the center of attention.
Then his phone buzzed.
Right in the middle of the screen.
A notification slid down from the top, bright and impossible to miss.
From you.
And it was very much not subtle.
this day sucks, I'm so pissed...need you to bend me over later and just fuck this day out of me!
Intak froze mid-laugh.
His smile dropped instantly, eyes locking on the screen as if sheer willpower could undo what had just happened. The video kept playing, forgotten, while the message sat there for a fraction of a second that felt painfully long.
Long enough.
Everybody saw it.
The room went dead silent.
Intak swallowed, thumb hovering awkwardly before he slowly, very deliberately swiped the message away. He didn’t look up. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t say a word. His ears burned red, heat creeping down his neck as he locked his phone with a quick tap.
For a beat, no one spoke.
Then Keeho nodded.
Just once.
He stepped closer and gave Intak a firm pat on the shoulder, expression calm but knowing. “Well....you’re a lucky guy,” he said simply.
That did it.
Intak’s face went completely red.
He let out a short, awkward cough and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at the others. “I, uh,” he started, then stopped. He cleared his throat again, louder this time. “I’m gonna step outside for a second.”
Without waiting for a response, he stood up, phone clenched tightly in his hand, and made a quick exit from the studio.
The door closed behind him.
And the room exploded.
Laughter burst out all at once, loud and unrestrained. Soul doubled over. Theo slapped the table. Jiung let out an exaggerated gasp between laughs, while Jongseob shook his head, smiling like he’d just witnessed something deeply entertaining.
“Did you see his face?” Jiung managed to say.
“He turned the exact color of a tomato,” Soul added.
Keeho laughed too, softer than the rest but just as amused. “Like I said. Lucky."
Outside the studio, Intak leaned against the wall, heart still racing. He stared down at his phone, cheeks still hot, a smile slowly creeping back despite himself. He exhaled, shaking his head, equal parts embarrassed and pleased.
Inside, the laughter carried on.
Intak took another breath, straightened up, and prepared himself to go back in, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it.
But honestly?
He didn’t mind.
Not one bit.
✮⋆˙Soul✮⋆˙
The day was unbearably hot, the kind of heat that clung to skin and made everything feel slower. The beach buzzed with sound, waves rolling in, distant laughter, music drifting faintly from somewhere down the shore. Soul walked beside Intak and Keeho, an ice cream cone already starting to melt slightly in his hand.
He stared at it like it was a small miracle.
“This place is y/ns favorite,” Soul said casually, lifting his cone a little. “She’s gonna be so jealous.”
Keeho laughed, adjusting his sunglasses. “You’re definitely getting a dramatic reaction.”
Soul hummed in agreement. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture of the ice cream, the bright colors and the ocean blurred softly in the background. It wasn’t a perfect photo, but it felt right. He sent it with a short message, already imagining your response.
“She really loves ice cream,” he added, almost proudly.
Intak grinned. “You’re kinda evil for sending that.”
Soul shrugged lightly, eyes still on his screen. “It’s just facts.”
They walked a few more steps before his phone buzzed.
Soul stopped.
Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just enough that Keeho noticed.
He looked down at the screen, expecting playful jealousy, maybe a dramatic complaint. Instead, the words that greeted him made his brain completely stall.
Oh Wow! But I prefer licking your cock ;)
He froze.
His shoulders stiffened, grip tightening on the cone as heat rushed straight to his face, far hotter than the sun overhead. His eyes widened just a little before he locked his jaw, rereading the message like it might change if he stared hard enough.
It did not.
Soul stood there, silent, expression blank in a way that absolutely did not match what was happening internally.
Keeho noticed immediately.
“What?” Keeho asked, leaning closer. “Did she freak out?”
Before Soul could react, Keeho peeked over his shoulder.
There was a beat of silence.
Then Keeho burst out laughing.
“Oh Woah,” Keeho said, delighted. “That’s not jealousy at all.”
Soul flinched, yanking the phone closer to his chest far too late. His ears burned, face flushing deep red as he stared straight ahead like the ocean had personally offended him.
“Hyung,” he muttered. “Stop.”
Keeho was already patting his shoulder, grin wide and approving. “Proud of you.”
Intak frowned. “What? What did he see?”
“Nothing,” Soul said quickly, but Keeho answered faster.
“Let's just say, Ice cream isn't her favourite thing to lick,” Keeho said cheerfully.
Intak’s eyes went wide. “Oh?”
“Keeho,” Soul warned, mortified.
Keeho laughed harder. “Our Soul is getting veeeery lucky tonight."
Intak lost it.
“No way,” Intak said, staring at Soul with disbelief and awe. “Bro.”
Soul covered his face with one hand, ice cream forgotten, shoulders tense as his blush spread even further. “Please kill me.”
Intak stepped closer, teasing. “You okay? You look like you’re overheating.”
“I’m fine,” Soul said, voice muffled behind his hand.
Keeho leaned in again, voice low but amused. “I'd be fine too, if I were you...more than fine.”
Soul dropped his hand and glared at both of them, cheeks still burning. “Can we just… eat the ice cream?”
Keeho nodded, still smiling. “Yeah. Let’s get you home before it melts completely.”
Soul looked back down at his phone, rereading the message once more before locking the screen. His heart was racing now, excitement buzzing under the embarrassment.
They kept teasing him all the way back down the beach, but Soul barely heard it.
All he could think about was getting home to you.
✮⋆˙Jongseob✮⋆˙
The photoshoot set buzzed with quiet efficiency, staff moving around with clipboards and cameras while the members waited their turns. Jongseob sat off to the side on a low stool, legs bouncing slightly as he checked the monitor across the room. He was already dressed, outfit layered with dark fabric and silver chains that caught the light whenever he moved.
He glanced down at his phone, smiling faintly.
Earlier, he had sent you a picture of the outfit, zoomed in just enough to highlight the chains draped across his chest. You two had gone back and forth about it for a while, joking, teasing. He told you he looked ridiculous. You told him he looked dangerous. The banter came easily, familiar and comfortable.
His phone buzzed again.
Jongseob looked down, expecting another joke.
Instead, he let out a soft chuckle.
How about you take those chains with you and we have some fun with em...
He pressed his lips together, shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed under his breath. Heat crept into his cheeks, but he didn’t try to hide it.
“Such a naughty girl,” he muttered quietly, thumbs already moving.
He typed back a quick scolding, tone playful but firm. Something about how this was a public place. Something about timing. He added a laughing emoji like it would somehow balance things out. He shook his head, grin lingering as he reread your message once more.
That was when someone leaned in behind him.
Soul peeked over his shoulder with zero warning.
“Ewww,” Soul said, eyes flicking to the screen. “Nasty.”
Jongseob startled and twisted around immediately, laughter spilling out as he lightly smacked Soul’s arm. “Jo! Can I have some privacy?!”
Soul laughed, unfazed, hitting him back just as lightly. “You’re the one doing that at a photoshoot.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Jongseob protested, still smiling.
Soul crossed his arms, amused. “Sure. Save your filthy business for home.”
Jongseob laughed harder, shaking his head. “You’re an ass.”
Soul grinned and stepped away, still chuckling as he rejoined the others. “I’m just saying. Chains can be very uncomfortable.”
Jongseob watched him go, cheeks warm, eyes bright. He waited until Soul was fully gone before looking back down at his phone. His grin softened, turning more fond than amused.
He typed his reply carefully this time.
Maybe I will, looks like I have to teach you a lesson
He hit send and leaned back, exhaling slowly as he locked his phone.
A staff member called his name from across the room.
Jongseob stood, adjusting the chains once more, posture settling into something calm and self-assured. As he walked toward the set, his phone buzzed again in his pocket.
He ignored it for now.
But the smile stayed.