pairing: jongho x reader, jealous jongho and y/n, y/n is literally kinda bitchy but not really. Jongho is down bad (like literally). smut, fluff, angst (if you reallyyyyyyyyyyy squint) jongho is literally so hot like omg. SLOW BURN
Summary: She just wanted to escape, so she went to a new place, new people, away from her hometown, which she hated. Then she saw him.... her escape
Warning: softish sex (more soft I KNOWWWW SO WERID) dirty talk, unprotected sex it's not much of hard sex but definitely dirty, swearing, alcohol. (The reader goes to the club and a party)
An: OK WELLLL I WENT A LITTLE MUCH ON THIS ONE (jongho is literally my bias sooooo teeheee) BUTTT THIS IS I THINK A SLOW BURN SO YEAH ENJOY PLS LIKE REPOSE ARE ALWAYS HELPFUL AND REQUEST
I felt an overwhelming urge to escape. It wasnât typical for me to take a break, let alone flee from my familiar surroundings, but the burden of everything had become too heavy. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I purchased a one-way ticket to South Korea, surrendering to the allure of the unknown. As the plane ascended, I felt my heart race, a blend of excitement and fear surging. I was leaving behind my parents, friends, and the life I had always known. Yet, I didnât mind; the prospect of a fresh start and a new beginning in a foreign land was exhilarating.
Upon landing, I checked into a modest hotel that would suffice for my needs. I didnât have the resources for an apartment or house yet, but I was determined to make this work. My thoughts raced as I lay my head on the hotel pillow, unable to shake the feeling I needed to immerse myself in this vibrant city. I craved excitement and adventure. A party, a club, or perhaps a bar seemed the perfect way to dive into the local scene. But did I even have anything suitable to wear for such an outing? After rummaging through my suitcase, I finally settled on a bold red dress for the night ahead.
Once I finished getting ready, I stepped out into the bustling streets. The cabs here were significantly pricier than those back home, but I didnât mind. The thrill of being in a new place made every penny feel worthwhile. I stood in front of a lively bar, music pulsating from within. Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the heavy door and entered the vibrant atmosphere.
Inside, the bar was an explosion of sounds: loud music mingled with laughter and the cheerful clinking of glasses. It was all so exhilarating, yet I felt a knot of anxiety in my stomach. After all, I was looking for something new, but stepping into such a lively environment made my heart race. I scanned the room and spotted two girls sitting together at the bar. They appeared friendly and approachable, so I decided to take a leap and join them. I was tired of waiting for others to make the first move; it was time to take control of this new chapter in my life.
âUm, hi, Iâm Ravenn! Iâm new here⊠well, not HERE, just to Korea in general,â I stammered, instantly feeling awkward as my words tumbled out. The sensation of being a fish out of water overwhelmed me; it was challenging to navigate this unfamiliar world.Â
One of the girls turned toward me, her striking white hair and edgy dark makeup giving her a goth-inspired look that was cool and a bit intimidating. âRavenn, right? Iâm Rocky, and this is my girlfriend, Hannie. Just a heads-up: donât even think about flirting with her,â she said, her tone authoritative.
"Rocky, youâre scaring her!" Hannie interjected with a playful laugh, her demeanor disarming. âIâm so sorry about that! Sheâs just a bit protective of me. What brings you to Korea?â
It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I shared my story: âLong story short, I ran away from home because everything was just too much, so I flew out here on a one-way ticket. Thatâs that!âÂ
âOh, badass!â Rocky exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in approval. I couldnât help but smile at her excitement.
âReally?! I just wanted to make new friends!â I responded, my heart swelling with a newfound sense of belonging.
âFeel free to hang out with us; weâd love to be your friends,â Hannie offered, her warmth enchanting.
As we chatted, I felt a sense of camaraderie forming between us. I glanced around the bar, my eyes wandering until they settled on a striking guy with a muscular build. He had a mole that caught my attention, which was on his neck and made me smile, but as I continued to stare, Rocky interrupted my thoughts.
âOh, you really shouldnât stare at him for too long,â she warned with a serious tone. âHeâs bad news.â
âBad news? What makes him so terrible?â I asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
âHe's the type whoâll sleep with one girl, ditch her, and then move on to another. Heâs downright insane. But hey, itâs your life; I just care about my girlfriend and her alone,â Rocky replied, pulling Hannie into an affectionate embrace, which made Hannie smile.
âBut listen, if weâre going to be friends and he does anything messed up to you, I swear Iâll take care of him,â Rocky added, her protective spirit evident.
âAlright, thatâs enough of you,â Hannie said, gently patting Rocky's head, her tone a mix of annoyance and affection. âJust be careful, okay? Donât accept any drinks from him. God knows what heâll do.â
âGot it,â I said, amused and grateful for their concern.
While the bar's atmosphere still felt loud and chaotic, Rocky and Hannie's entertaining banter kept my spirits high. The evening unfolded with laughter and conversation, helping me to shed my feelings of awkwardness, and for the first time in a long while, I believed that this fresh start might lead to something extraordinary.
The bar was rather dull; the only people bringing me joy and laughter were Rocky and Hannie. Meanwhile, that guy I couldnât help but stare at seemed to notice me, glancing my way from time to time.
âLook, if you want to talk to him, go ahead! We're not stopping you. Donât be a coward; we can literally see you two eyefucking each other,â Rocky said, clearly intoxicated.Â
âOh my god, it's not like that! I just appreciate how he looks, thatâs all,â I replied, lying through my teeth.
âWell, how about a one-night stand?â she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
âAlright, I did move here to be a rebel⊠Fine, Iâll do it,â I said, rising from my seat as the people who are now my friends cheered me on.
As I approached him, my heart raced faster than ever. Â
âHey,â I said, trying my best to sound intriguing. Â
âHey,â the stranger replied, âare you going to buy me a drink or what?â Â
âMaybe. Why should I?â I asked. Â
âWell, because you were looking at me, and I was looking at you, soâŠâ Â
âSo?â Wow, this guy is tough to engage with. His indifference is apparent. Â
âAlright, Iâll buy you a drink, but you must tell me about yourself first, okay?â Â
This cheeky guyââfine, deal.â Â
âSo what are you waiting for?â
"Hi, I'm Y/N. I arrived a few hours ago after leaving my hometown for personal reasons, and now Iâm here. Oh, and I absolutely love chicken." This made the unknown guy chuckle. His smile is truly one of a kind; itâs like that of a gummy bear.Â
âCute, well, the names Jongho, Choi Jongho, if you will. I'm a total party animal, so maybe Iâll invite you to my party one day.â I nodded, smiling, still a bit sketchy about this dude, about what my friends told me about him
As we strolled towards the bar, laughter and conversation flowed freely between us, each sip of our drinks breaking down barriers. He captivated me with his charmâthe kind of handsome that makes your heart race, yet there was an edge to him that hinted at danger. It was the perfect balance of allure and thrill, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was everything I had been searching for.
âYou just arrived and are heading to a club first. Thatâs quite intriguing, wouldnât you agree?â He makes you blink a few times. You never thought of it that way. âWell, I justâ I guess?â
He smiled, but it wasn't a full smile; it was that infuriating smirk of his.
Initially, you thought the club was somewhat dull, but as you got tipsy, Jongho made you laugh. He was funny all along, though.. As you began chatting with Jongho, Rocky unexpectedly appeared. ây/n, Hannie and I are heading out, but take my number in case something goes wrong,â she said, giving Jongho a thorough look as she walked away.Â
"I noticed you've been making friends."Â Â
"Somewhat. Are you jealous that I didnât choose you as my first friend?"
âSomewhat,â he said, mocking your question. This is going to be a long night.
As the club meeting wrapped up, Jongho and I slowly rose from our seats, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor filling the air. The atmosphere was still buzzing with the shared moments from the gathering. With a gentle sigh, you reached into your pocket, pulled out your phone, and glanced at the screen, the glow illuminating your face in the room's dim light.Â
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he peered over your shoulder at your phone screen. I let out a light sigh, trying to keep my irritation in check. âUm, Iâm calling a cabâŠâÂ
At the mention of the word 'cab,' his eyes widened in disbelief, as if you had just suggested something utterly absurd. âA cab?!â he exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.Â
âYes, the kind that takes you wherever you need to go. Ever heard of it?â I replied, my tone laced with sarcasm as I observed him roll his eyes dramatically, clearly struggling to grasp my transportation choice. âIâve heard about a cab service,â he said casually, his voice dripping with impatiently. âBut really, why take a cab when I can drive you myself?â
I frowned, lifting an eyebrow in disbelief at his audacity. âAre you serious? Why would I ever let a stranger drive me home?â My voice was tinged with a mix of skepticism and frustration.
He shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âWell, think about it. Why would you let a stranger buy you a drink, then?â His question lingered in the air, forcing me to contemplate his perspective. Despite the apprehension I felt, his argument had an undeniable logic. Up to this point, he had been nothing but courteous, yet the rapid pace of this interaction was leaving me feeling uneasy.
âI can get home perfectly fine on my own,â he chuckled softly, his confidence evident. âBut as a gentleman, I feel itâs only proper to offer you a ride.â I scoffed at his self-proclamation, shaking my head in disbelief. âWhatever, just make sure thereâs no weird stuff happening, Mr. Gentleman.â
âMe? Being weird?â He feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart in mock indignation. âWell, I never!â The playful banter hung between us, slightly lightening the mood, though my reservations still lingered in my mind.Â
Time was ticking, and I was desperate to go home. âWell, come on, what are you waiting for? Take me home,â I said, grabbing my things and the bits of my drink and walking off, Jongho obviously following behind.Â
The car ride was quieter than I expected, each passing city light streaking across the windows like the ephemeral scenes of a movie playing out in slow motion. I felt the hum of the engine and the faint thrum of bass from the radio, which Jongho had set at a level just high enough to fill the silence without overpowering our thoughts. My gaze remained fixed outside, examining the dazzling urban landscape. The vibrant neon colors blurred together in a mesmerizing dance, a stark contrast to the feeling of tension that brewed in the cramped space between us.
Jonghoâs fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, and despite my attempts to ignore his sidelong glances, I could feel his gaze lingering on me, gauging my reaction to the night. After a few minutes that stretched on like an eternity, he broke the silence, his voice unexpectedly soft against the backdrop of the cityâs chaos. âSo,â he said, casually but with an undercurrent of something deeper, âcan I have your number?â
The question caught me off guard. For a brief moment, I weighed the implications of giving him my numberâthe potential complications and the uncharted waters it could lead us into. Yet, there was something genuine in his tone that sparked a flicker of intrigue. With a hesitant nod, I relented, handing him my phone. âYeah, okay,â I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. âBut no weird texts at 3 AM.â
He chuckled, a playful smirk spreading across his lips as he punched in the digits quickly and handed my phone back. âNo promises,â he quipped, the glimmer in his eyes suggesting he was up for the challenge. âBut Iâll try to keep it PG.â
As the car pulled up to the curb of the hotel, the lively atmosphere buzzing just beyond the glass, he paused, turning to look at me, a semblance of seriousness replacing the playfulness on his face. âYou know,â he began, his gaze steady and earnest, âthereâs a party tomorrow night. My place. You should come. Bring your friends if you want. Just⊠come.â
A thrill shot through me, mingled with apprehension. A party with him? It felt like a dangerous yet tempting invitation, like standing at the edge of a cliff and staring into the unknown depths below. I fought the urge to bite my lip as I considered his words. Everything I had come here to findâadventure, connection, maybe even a little chaosâwas wrapped up in that simple invitation. I nodded slowly, weighing my options. âIâll think about it,â I finally said, my heart racing with both excitement and trepidation.
Jonghoâs grin widened, lighting up his features in the dim glow of the streetlights. âGood. Iâll send the address,â he said, the promise of tomorrow hanging in the air like the intoxicating scent of possibility, both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
The next night arrived faster than I anticipated, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in my stomach. I arrived at Jongho's apartment, flanked by my close friends, Rocky and Hannie. As we approached, my breath caught in my throat. The place was massive, sprawling, and modern, clearly not what I expected from someone who seemed so effortlessly laid-back. The sound of loud music pulsed through the door, a vibrant rhythm that electrified the atmosphere, and as we stepped inside, we were greeted by the sight of bodies swaying under dim, golden lights. The air was thick with laughter and chatter, intermingled with the beat of the music.
âWow,â Hannie whispered, her eyes wide in wonder. âHe really doesnât do anything halfway.â
âNo kidding,â I muttered, trying to suppress the flutter of nerves in my chest as I scanned the room.Â
Almost as if he sensed our arrival, Jongho found us quickly. He looked different from the relaxed guy I met at the bar; tonight, he wore a sleek all-black outfit, the fabric hugging his form perfectly, and a silver chain dangled at his collar, catching the light in a way that made him look effortlessly cool. When his gaze landed on me, a broad smile broke across his face, and he moved toward me with a warmth that made my heart race.
âYou came,â he said, pulling me into a quick hug that lingered for just a moment longer than I expected, and I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks.
âYeah. We all did,â I replied, gesturing to Rocky and Hannie, who stood a little behind me, both giving him encouraging nods.
âNice,â he said, still looking at me, the connection between us palpable.
For the first hour, the evening felt magical. Jongho introduced me to his friends, each one more vibrant than the last, and he passed me a drink that was refreshingly sweet. Even when he joined me on the dance floor, moving awkwardly at first but with an enthusiasm that made me smile, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadnât expected. Laughter bubbled around us, and I found myself leaning closer to him, caught up in the moment.
But then, like a storm brewing, he arrived.
Tall and broad-shouldered, Minjae strolled over with a swagger that suggested he owned the place, a grin plastered on his face that could charm anyone. My stomach twisted as he approached, his confidence almost palpable. Within moments, he was invading my personal space, laughing a bit too hard at my jokes, and, to my dismay, casually resting a hand on my lower back. The familiarity of his touch sent a shiver up my spine, but it was the look in Jongho's eyes that truly changed everything.
I felt the air shift around us, a palpable tension settling in as Jonghoâs expression hardened into something fierce. His arms crossed defensively over his chest, his jaw clenched slightly in that way that suggested he was ready to spring into action. I could see him watching Minjae with a simmering intensity, a protective spark flaring in his dark eyes.
âSo, y/n,â Minjae said, leaning in as if he had all the right to invade my space. âYou single?â
Before I could form a response, Jongho stepped in beside me with the calm confidence of someone who wouldnât let his territory be encroached upon.
âSheâs talking to me,â he said, his voice flat, exuding a calm but intense presence that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Minjae raised an eyebrow, his smile not faltering. âRelax, man. Just having a conversation.â
âYeah? Well, find someone else to talk to.â Jongho's voice dropped lower, a warning lacing his words.Â
The sudden confrontation caught me off guard, and I stepped back slightly, feeling the tension in the air. âWow,â I said, my voice slightly incredulous. âIs this a thing? You get jealous that easily?â
Jongho turned to me, and for a fleeting moment, I could see the hardness in his face soften, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability behind the bravado. âI just⊠I invited you here. I didnât think Iâd have to compete for your attention.â
âYou donât,â I replied firmly, feeling emboldened. âBut you also donât get to act like you own me.âÂ
His jaw tightened once more, and I could sense the internal struggle churning behind his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately just nodded in quiet resignation before walking away, melting into the crowd like a shadow casting itself apart from the light. I stood there, feeling a mix of confusion and exhilaration, my heart racing as I processed the unexpected turn of events. The eveningâs magic seemed to flicker, overshadowed by the tension that now hung between us, like an unresolved chord in a symphony waiting to resolve.
I stood there for a moment, my heart racing. Minjae had vanished too, sensing the tension. Hannie and Rocky came up beside me.
âWell,â Rocky said with a smirk, âthat escalated.â
âYou okay?â Hannie asked gently.
âYeah. I just⊠didnât expect him to care that much.â
Rocky sipped her drink. âCare? Girl, that man looked like he was about to go to war.â
Later that night, I stepped out onto the rooftop, the cool air brushing against my skin, a welcome contrast to the warmth of the bustling party inside. My eyes caught Jongho, who stood alone, leaning against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. The neon lights of the city below flickered like stars, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that painted his solemn profile. He didnât acknowledge my presence as I approached, the tension between us palpable.
âYou mad?â I asked, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air.
âNo,â he replied, his voice low and edged with disappointment. âJust⊠disappointed in myself.â
I arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. âThatâs new.â
His gaze remained fixed on the distance, lost in his thoughts. âI didnât want to be that guy. The jealous one. But when I saw him touching you, Iâ I donât know. It just got under my skin.â
I wandered closer, leaning against the rail beside him. The metal felt cool against my arm, a stark contrast to the fiery emotions swirling within. Silence enveloped us, thick and uncomfortable, as I pondered the duality of the eveningâa night that had begun with laughter, which had now morphed into an unexpected confrontation.
âI came to Korea to get away from drama,â I confessed quietly, my gaze drifting to the shimmering skyline. âBut here I am, right in the middle of it again.â
Jongho turned to face me, and I glimpsed the vulnerability in his eyes, softening the sharp lines of his earlier angst. âI donât want to be drama for you, y/n. I just⊠like you. More than I probably should.â
His words hung in the air, and my breath caught in my throat. The admission felt like both a weight and a release, bringing forth a warmth that fluttered in my chest.
âThen maybe donât act like a walking red flag,â I whispered, half-serious, but also teasing in an attempt to lighten the mood.
He smiled, a playful smirk beginning to form, reminiscent of the carefree laughter we had shared the night before, yet this time, there was a tenderness that softened the edges. âIâll try.â
In that captivating moment under the canopy of stars, everything around us faded away, leaving just the two of us suspended in timeâa fragile stillness that felt achingly beautiful.
The morning light burst through the thin hotel curtains, unrelenting, as if it had a vendetta against my groggy state. I shielded my eyes, squinting against the brightness, but the sunlight didnât bother me nearly as much as the dull throb in my head from the drinks. It wasnât the hangover, however, that weighed on my mind; it was the memory of Jonghoâs voiceâthe tremble of jealousy, the longing in his gaze, the intensity with which he looked at me, as though he considered me his already, without uttering a word about it.
With a resigned sigh, I propped myself up slowly, brushing the hair from my face, each movement reminding me of the nightâs events. As I reached for my phone, a single message lit up the screen, pulling me from my thoughts.
Jongho [2:14 AM]: âHope you made it back safe. Sorry about earlier. If youâre free sometime, let me make it up to you. No pressure.â
Reading his words, warmth flooded through me, an intoxicating mix of excitement and hesitation. There was something about his gentle apology and the promise of making it up to me that stirred hope within me, a glimmer of potential amid the uncertainty that had unfolded. I rested my head in my hands, contemplating what had transpired and how everything had shifted between us.
I stared at it for a while. It wasnât overbearing. It wasnât creepy. Just⊠simple. Thoughtful. Still, I left it on read.
Later that day, Rocky and Hannie dragged me out for coffee at a quiet spot near Hongdae. They had that kind of infectious couple energy, the kind that made you roll your eyes but secretly crave it too.
âSo,â Rocky said, sliding into the booth across from me, âJongho, huh?â
I groaned. âDonât start.â
âIâm just saying,â she teased. âHeâs kinda⊠whipped.â
âHe doesnât even know me,â I muttered, stirring my iced americano too aggressively. âItâs all surface-level. He wants the idea of me, not the real thing.â
âThen let him get to know the real thing,â Hannie chimed in gently. âYou donât have to fall in love. Just⊠let people in.â
I didnât answer. I wasnât sure I wanted to.
I didnât see Jongho again for a while. Maybe that was on purpose. I kept busyâjob hunting, exploring the city, learning bits of the language, trying to build a life that didnât revolve around someone else. But he didnât disappear completely.
Sometimes he sent memes. Sometimes music recommendations. Never too much. Always spaced out. He didnât push.
And I hated that it made me smile.
Then one day, I got a message.
Jongho [6:47 PM]: âThereâs an art exhibit opening this weekend. A little quieter than a club. I remembered you said you wanted something different. Wanna come?â
This time, I typed a response⊠then deleted it. Typed again. Deleted again. Finally:
Me: âIâll think about it.â
Thatâs what I told myself, anyway.
The gallery was small, tucked between cafĂ©s, but it was peaceful. Clean white walls. Soft music. Paintings that made you stop and feel something. Jongho was already there, dressed simply in a button-down and jeans, hair a little messy like he didnât try too hard.
âYou came,â he said, smiling like I was the last person he expected.
âI said Iâd think about it,â I replied, brushing past him and heading toward a piece that caught my eye.
âI wasnât sure you liked this kind of stuff,â I said as I studied a painting of a woman staring into a cracked mirror.
âI donât,â he admitted. âBut I liked the idea of being around something quiet. Something real.â
I glanced at him. He wasnât looking at meâhe was watching the painting, brow slightly furrowed. Serious. Thoughtful.
Maybe not all surface-level, after all.
We wandered the gallery slowly, not always speaking. It was⊠comfortable. He didnât try to flirt. Didnât try to make a move. Just stood next to me, quietly reading titles and occasionally offering a small smile when I caught him looking.
Afterward, we sat on a bench outside under a streetlight, the city humming softly in the background.
âWhy are you trying so hard?â I asked suddenly.
He looked at me, taken aback.
âYou donât even know me. And yet here you are, taking me to art shows and walking on eggshells.â
He exhaled, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
âI donât have a good reason,â he said honestly. âI just⊠want to. You donât owe me anything, Y/N. You can keep shutting me out if thatâs what you need. But Iâll be here, okay? Not trying to impress you. Just⊠trying.â
I didnât know what to say. So I said nothing.
But for the first time, I didnât feel like running.
The weeks that followed felt like a blur. Somehow, Jongho became a constant in my life. We werenât dating. We werenât anything. But he was always there.
A coffee waiting for me on days I didnât ask.
Jokes that made me laugh even when I was in the worst mood.
He never asked for more. He just showed up. Quietly, steadily.
I told myself it was harmless. I told myself I didnât feel anything.
Her name was Jisoo. Pretty, confident, the kind of girl who didnât need to try. I met her at a small gathering Jongho had invited me to, and the moment I saw them talking â too close, too familiar â something twisted in my chest.
I watched them from across the room, her hand lightly brushing his arm as she laughed at something he said. He wasnât flirting. He wasnât doing anything wrong. But I hated it. I hated her. I hated the way I suddenly wanted his attention more than anything in the world.
I left early, pretending I had a headache. He offered to walk me out. I told him not to bother.
And then⊠I ghosted him.
I didnât reply to his texts.
I avoided the usual places weâd run into each other.
âYouâre mad at him,â she said one day as we sat outside a cafĂ©.
âIâm not,â I replied quickly.
She gave me a look. âYouâre mad at him for something he didnât even do.â
âJust be honest with yourself,â she said. âYou like him.â
I took a slow breath, staring down at my drink.
âI donât know what I feel,â I whispered.
That night, I scrolled through old messages from Jongho. The dumb memes. The playlists. The good morning texts he never expected replies to.
The next morning, I saw him.
He was across the street, laughing with some friends. He looked fine. Like I hadnât disappeared. Like it didnât matter.
But then he looked up â and he saw me.
We stared at each other for a moment.
Then he crossed the street.
âI was starting to think you blocked me,â he said with a soft laugh.
I couldnât even look at him. âIâve been busy.â
âI figured.â His voice was quiet. âDid I do something wrong?â
I shook my head, still avoiding his eyes. âNo.â
He didnât push. He just stood there, waiting.
Finally, I looked up. His face was calm, but there was something behind his eyes. Hurt.
âI donât know what Iâm doing,â I said.
âThat makes two of us,â he replied.
âI missed you,â he said quietly.
Something inside me cracked.
And for the first time, I admitted it â not out loud, not even fully to myself â but deep down where it mattered.
Maybe more than I wanted to.
After that run-in, things shifted â not all at once, not dramatically â but in small, quiet ways.
I didnât ghost him again.
But I didnât exactly seek him out either.
Heâd message me, and Iâd reply. Eventually. Sometimes. If I was in the mood.
When we hung out, it was with Rocky and Hannie. I made sure of that. I needed the buffer. I told myself it was to avoid things getting weird again. But really⊠I was scared. Scared of what it meant that I cared.
Because I did. Way more than I should.
One night, we all met up at a late-night food stall. The air was cool, and we sat under string lights that gave everything a soft, warm glow. Jongho sat across from me, chopsticks in one hand, his other scrolling through his phone.
âTry this,â he said, leaning forward to hold out a bite of tteokbokki with an annoyingly confident smile.
âI can get my own food,â I said, eyebrow raised.
âI know. But this oneâs better. It has extra sauce. I picked it for you.â
I stared at him for a second too long. Then, reluctantly, I leaned in and took the bite.
âOkay,â I mumbled through the food. âThatâs actually good.â
âTold you,â he said, grinning like he just won a game.
I looked away, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.
It was little things like that. Nothing huge. Just him⊠being him. Consistent. Patient. Still never pushing.
I caught myself watching him sometimes. Laughing with Rocky, bumping Hannieâs shoulder playfully, talking with the food stall owner in broken Korean just to make them laugh. He was loud and sarcastic and annoying â but he had a way of making people feel comfortable. Even me.
Even when I didnât want to be.
A few days later, he texted me again.
Jongho [3:16 PM]: âThis bakery just opened near my place. You said you liked pastries, right? Wanna check it out this weekend?â
I stared at the message. My first instinct was to say I was busy. Keep my space. Keep control.
Me: âI guess. Donât make it weird.â
Jongho: âWeird? Me? Never.â
When Saturday came, I almost didnât go. I stared at my closet for thirty minutes before throwing on something simple and telling myself it wasnât a date. Just friends. Just pastries. Just casual.
He was already waiting outside when I arrived. Hands in his pockets, beanie over his hair, and that same lazy grin.
âYou look⊠not annoyed to see me. Thatâs new.â
âDonât get used to it,â I said, brushing past him and heading inside.
The bakery was cozy and smelled like cinnamon and sugar. He ordered something chocolatey for himself, and without asking, he ordered a strawberry pastry for me.
âHow did you knowâ?â
âYou mentioned it once. Back at the bar. First night we met.â
I blinked. I didnât even remember saying that.
âYou remember everything, donât you?â
âJust the things that matter.â
I looked away, heart stuttering.
We sat in a booth by the window, people-watching and trading bites of pastries, arguing over which was better. At one point, I caught myself laughing â genuinely laughing â and when I looked at him, he was already staring at me.
âWhat?â I asked, immediately defensive.
âNothing,â he said, that smirk softening into something quieter. âYou just⊠look happy.â
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. âDonât get weird on me.â
âI wonât,â he said. âNot unless you ask me to.â
A few days later, Rocky dragged me to a rooftop get-together. I wasnât in the mood, but she insisted. Said it would be good for me. Normal.
So was she again â Jisoo.
I tried not to react. I told myself it didnât matter. But when I saw her standing next to him, laughing again, holding a drink in the exact way she had last time... something cold settled in my stomach.
I watched for a while. Too long. Until Jongho looked over and caught me staring.
He excused himself from the group and walked over, hands in his pockets.
âHey,â I said, voice flat.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
He blinked, confused. âI justâ you lookedâ never mind.â
I hated how disappointed he looked. I hated how I wanted him to explain himself. Like he owed me anything.
I didnât say goodbye. I just⊠left.
The next day, he didnât text.
And I hated how that made me feel even more.
It happened two nights later.
I couldnât sleep. I kept thinking about everything â him, Jisoo, the bakery, the night market, the rooftop, the dumpling, the way he said he liked the version of me that let him in.
I checked my phone. No new messages.
I opened our chat. I typed something. Deleted it. Typed again.
I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then:
Me: I was jealous. The night of the party. Of Jisoo.
Jongho: You donât have to be.
Me: I didnât say I wanted to be.
Jongho: But if you were⊠does that mean you feel something?
I closed my eyes, fingers hovering over the screen.
Then threw the phone across the bed like it might explode.
But when it buzzed again, I grabbed it in half a second.
Jongho: Iâve felt something since the first night you walked into that bar in that red dress. Iâve just been waiting for you to catch up.Â
Two days passed since I told him.
Since I finally admitted it â even if just over text â that I might feel something.
He hadnât pushed. He hadnât followed up. He gave me space, like he always did.
I kept glancing at the door, checking my phone, pacing the floor like something was about to happen⊠and I wouldnât know what to do when it did.
I had just gotten out of the shower, towel around my shoulders, hair still damp, when I heard the knock.
Three soft taps. No hesitation.
I wrapped the towel tighter around me, inching toward the door. I didnât ask who it was. I already knew.
There he was â standing in the hallway, hoodie on, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on mine like he already knew Iâd answer.
âHey,â he said, voice low. âI was walking around. Ended up here.â
âRight,â I said, barely above a whisper.
He looked past me, into the room, then back at me.
I crossed my arms, trying to hide how much his presence unsettled me. âIâm fine.â
He smiled softly, stepping closer. âNo, youâre not. You told me you were jealous. Thatâs not âfine.ââ
I looked away, biting my lip.
âYou donât have to say anything if youâre not ready,â he said quietly. âI just wanted you to know Iâm here. Whatever pace you need.â
I swallowed hard, meeting his eyes again.
âThanks,â I whispered.
He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle but deliberate.
âY/N,â he said softly, âIâm not going anywhere.â
And for the first time, I believed him.
Jongho took a step closer, his presence filling the space between us. His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. His hand brushed against mine, fingers barely grazing, but the contact sent a ripple through me, warm and unexpected.
âBeen thinking about you,â he said low, voice almost a whisper but heavy with meaning.
I swallowed hard, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. âYou always say that.â
âMaybe,â he smiled, the corner of his lips twitching in that familiar, teasing way, âbut itâs true.â
Slowly, he reached up, brushing a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear with the gentlest touch. His thumb traced a delicate line along my cheekbone, like he was memorizing every detailâevery curve, every freckle.
The space between us seemed to shrink, but neither of us moved further. The moment hung, fragile and charged.
âTell me if Iâm moving too fast,â he murmured, his voice rich and resonant, laced with an unspoken depthâcare, patience, and a tenderness that wrapped around us like a soft blanket.Â
I shook my head, feeling breathless, as if the air had thickened in the space between us. âIâm⊠not sure.â
His smile was a gentle curve, softening his features, exuding an aura of patience that felt like a promise softly whispered into the night. âThen Iâll wait.â
We lingered in that moment, suspended in time, with only the distant murmur of the city outside filtering through the stillness. The tension that enveloped us hung like a heavy, sweet mist, thick with unvoiced promises and the anticipation of moments that lay just beyond our reachâtimeless and unhurried, waiting for us to be ready.
Jongho stepped closer, his presence expanding in the intimate space between us, filling it with a warmth that was intoxicating. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch in my throat. As his hand brushed against mine, the slightest graze of his fingers ignited a warm ripple through my bodyâunexpected and electric.
âBeen thinking about you,â he said, his tone low and intimate, almost a whisper but laden with unshared meaning.
I swallowed hard, a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks. âYou always say that.â
âMaybe,â he replied, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips, that familiar glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, âbut itâs true.â
With a deliberate slowness, he reached up, his fingers gently brushing a damp strand of hair behind my ear, a touch so delicate it felt like he was afraid to break the spell we were under. His thumb traced a careful line along my cheekbone, exploring my features as if he were committing them to memoryâevery curve, every freckle etched into his mind.
The distance between us diminished further, yet neither of us crossed that invisible line, both of us acutely aware of the weight of the moment. It hung in the air, fragile and charged with the energy of unspoken words.Â
âTell me if Iâm moving too fast,â he murmured again, the sincerity in his voice palpable, echoing that deeper emotion I could feel vibrating between us.
I shook my head once more, caught in the shimmering intensity of his gaze, barely able to draw in a breath. âIâm⊠not sure.â
His smile deepened, radiant and patient, a promise painted across his lips. âThen Iâll wait.â
We remained suspended in that beautiful stillness, the quiet hum of the city outside the only sound to accompany us as the weight of our unspoken communication filled the airâheavy yet sweet, a tapestry of possibilities ready to unfold whenever we were both ready.
The kiss began softly, our lips brushing gently together as if testing the waters. A rush of warmth spread through me, igniting every nerve ending as I melted into the moment. His hands found their way to my waist, fingers grazing the fabric of my shirt and sending shivers down my spine. There was a sense of urgency that only intensified the sweetness of our connection.
As the kiss deepened, it felt like the world around us disappeared. All I could focus on was the taste of him, a tantalizing mix of mint and something uniquely him. My hands instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel the gentle weight of his body as he guided me back toward my bed.Â
We moved together, a fluid motion that felt so natural. With each step, anticipation built within me, mingled with a hint of nervousness. Once we reached the edge of the bed, he paused, looking into my eyes with a blend of desire and sensitivity. âIs this okay?â he asked softly, searching my gaze for reassurance.Â
In that moment, I felt a rush of emotion, a mix of excitement and vulnerability. Though I was bubbling with uncertainty, I nodded, my throat dry and my heart pounding in my chest. Yet, he wanted moreâhe wanted to know that I was truly on board with this unwritten boundary we were about to cross.Â
âWords, my love,â he encouraged, his voice low and inviting. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps across my skin. Taking a deep breath, I finally managed to speak. âYes, itâs okay,â I murmured, finding a newfound confidence in my words.Â
A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features with an infectious joy. âGood,â he replied, and in that instant, the tension lifted, replaced with a shared understanding. We leaned into each other once more, our lips meeting with renewed fervor.Â
The kiss now overflowed with passion; it wasnât just about curiosity anymore. Our chemistry ignited as if two flames had come together, each kiss more fervent than the last. His hands roamed gently over my sides, igniting trails of heat wherever they went. I lost myself in the sensation, feeling free and alive as every kiss drew me further into this beautiful moment of exploration.Â
Together, we navigated this thrilling new territory, discovering not just each other but also the exhilarating feelings that swirled around us, making this night unforgettable.deeper, more urgent, reflecting a mix of excitement and curiosity. I felt his hands gently cradle my face, pulling me closer as if to eliminate any space between us.
Before I knew it, he was guiding me toward my bed, the world around us fading away. I felt a rush of butterflies in my stomach, a blend of anticipation and nervousness swirling within me. As we reached the edge of the bed, he paused, looking into my eyes, searching for reassurance. âIs this okay?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my heart pounding, but words escaped me. The mix of emotions left me feeling breathless, overwhelmed but in a good way. It was as if time stood still for a moment. But he wanted to hear me, to know that I was truly comfortable. âWords, my love,â he prompted gently, a hint of a playful smile forming on his lips.
Gathering my courage, I found my voice. âYes, itâs okay,â I finally replied, my words steadying our shared moment. His smile widened, warmth radiated from him as we resumed our kiss, a blend of passion and tenderness as we began to explore this new territory together. Each moment felt like a sweet discovery, and I knew that whatever happened next, we were in this together. He kissed my neck and licked it, causing me to moan, "Oh, you like that, don't you, girl?" "I guess it feels good," I said, causing him to shake his head and chuckle, oh that fucking chuckle. "You really want to say that when I'm about to fuck the shit out of you?"
Our clothes were eventually scattered on the floor, and he looked amazing in his boxers more than I really imagined. He was facing me as I was lying on the bed, "Take it off."
"What?" I said, getting caught off guard as he grabbed my hand and put it on his boxers. "Off now... please," he said with pleading eyes
'I couldn't say no to that and grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, making it fly free, it wasn't long, it was big as fuck. He notices the look on your face, "Don't worry, I'll go nice and slow. For you, darling, just please let me go inside your pussy. Oh fuck please." I nodded and scrambled to take my panties off. Something about his pleas fucked me over, and I loved every second of it. As soon as I nodded, he dove right in, kissing sloppily on your neck. "Jongho put in it already, please." he listens, putting his fat cock inside my pussy. "Oh fuck darling, your pussy is so fucking tight," he whines as he stays there waiting to move as much as he wants to. It stings, it's not your first time, far from it, but Jongho's cock is bigger than anyone you've had before.'I couldn't say no to that and grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, making it fly free, it wasn't long, it was big as fuck. He notices the look on your face, "Don't worry, I'll go nice and slow. For you, darling, just please let me go inside your pussy. Oh fuck please." I nodded and scrambled to take my panties off. Something about his pleas fucked me over, and I loved every second of it. As soon as I nodded, he dove right in, kissing sloppily on your neck. "Jongho put in it already, please." he listens, putting his fat cock inside my pussy. "Oh fuck darling, your pussy is so fucking tight," he whines as he stays there waiting to move as much as he wants to. It stings, it's not my first time, far from it, but Jongho's cock is bigger than anyone I've had before.
As it started to feel better, I tapped him and asked him to start thrusting, and he listened, "fuck.." I said as he started to get faster, "fuck darling, you're really tight, no one has fucked you right, huh darling?" I nodded. "What did I say before? words," he said firmly in my ear, making my whole body shudder "n-no" "good little baby," he said, going faster than before. The whole hotel room bed was shaking, and it started to smell like sex
"fuck baby, your tight fucking pussy is going to make me cum deep in your fucking guts, can you feel it?" I didn't take him as the type to talk this dirty in bed. "Yes, I feel it."
This night just keeps getting better
I woke up looking at the side, seeing if Jongho was still there.
panic started to rise as I arose from the bed. I look next to me to see my phone, but before I could look at it
"Good morning, darling." There he was, hair still messy, hickeys on his neck to remind you what happened last night
god, you surely did escape