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2.) Mingi

The filthiest fucking sounds fill your bedroom as his pelvis slaps against your ass, his enormous hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he slams against you with ferocity. His grunts are absolutely sinful- though hearing your whimpers of pleasure are like heaven to him. "Mingi- oh fuck," You whine, clutching desperately at the pillow by your head. "Mm...you know I love that tight fucking pussy," He swears through clenched teeth. Without warning, he pulls his dick out of you- the sudden empty feeling making you quiver- and then, as though you weigh absolutely nothing, he's flipping you over onto your back, hooking his arms under your thighs to bring you to the edge of the bed, "You're so pretty," He praises. He scoots back a bit, stilling for a moment to spit on your pussy, watching it dribble down. He grabs the base of his cock, aligning himself so he can put it back in- though he first rubs the saliva in with the tip, "You're taking me so well, baby," He mutters, "Think you can take a little more?" You nod hungrily, "Yes, please." He smiles- it's that same beautiful, dark smile that always reels you in- the one you're absolutely weak for. He keeps his eyes on you, wanting to see your reaction as he proceeds to ram his cock in you, making you gasp as he bottoms out in you. In a haze of euphoria, you cry out, "I fucking love you!" His smile only grows darker as he uses your words to drive him further. If there's something he loves more than fucking, it's being absolutely adored. He continues his merciless pace, "Say it again," He hisses. "I love you, Mingi," You whine. Slowly, he takes his eyes off you and lifts his gaze to the giant closet mirrors right across from him. He takes in the sight of himself, glistening with sweat, his muscles defined and tight- the way his waist looks with your legs pushed up against him like this, "Say that shit again," He say through gritted teeth, feeling himself closer than he ever.

3.) Wooyoung

He sucks gently on your nipple, eliciting the sweetest moans from those pretty glossed lips. His hand rubs hard, diligent circles on your clit, keeping a steady rhythm as he works for your orgasm. "Wooyoung," You moan, bringing your hand up behind his head to let it rest in his hair. "Fuck, you're so hot when you say my name," He says breathlessly, planting butterfly kisses around your nipple. When his hand gets tired, he finally gives himself a rest, though not before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking each finger thoroughly. He's so dirty- you love it. He reaches over to grab the vibrator that lays next to you on your bedspread. The tool itself is one of those pink rabbit ones with the little ears for your clit. It's his favorite to use on you, as it always gets you absolutely gushing for him. Your heart flutters in excitement- you were already close to orgasm with just his hand, and you know this is going to get you there quick. He turns it on, adjusting the vibration level before gently teasing your clit with it. "Mm..." You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed. He watches excitedly as he keeps rubbing your clit with the largest part of the vibrator- the one meant to go inside you. This is just as much a treat for him as it is for you; his favorite part is always seeing your face when he finally puts it in. "Don't tease me too much- you'll make me cum," You breathe, trying to center yourself. "And if you do, I'll just keep going until you cum again." "You're wicked," You moan, shifting under the vibration. He smirks, teasing for only a moment longer before finally aligning it to your pretty hole, "I'm wicked, am I?" He asks, twirling the silicone cock around just at your entrance without inserting it. "Wooyoung, please." "Beg harder." "Please fuck me with it, Wooyoung." Satisfied with your begging, he finally inserts it- nice and slow, allowing you to adjust. Immediately, your moans become more erratic, "Oh my God." He pumps in and out with gentleness. Finally, he adjusts it so that the bunny ears are right on your clit. The feeling is overwhelming- "Yes, yes-" You sigh, grinding your hips upward on instinct, though there's nothing to grind against. He occasionally places kisses on the insides of your thighs. You feel so impossibly full- like truly, filled to the brim, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum-" Your words come out in a rush, as they always do when you're near your climax. He keeps at it as his own hunger to see you unravel rises as well, his cock twitching at the sight. "That's it, come on," He grits, and suddenly, you feel his teeth taking hold of the soft flesh of your inner thigh. It's a complete shock to your senses, and you let out a yelp- a combination of pain and pleasure as you reach down over his hand to yank out the vibrator. Your orgasm is a waterfall, bursting forth against his face and bare shoulders. He quickly laps it up with fervor, his tongue licking your clit like a fucking ice cream cone. You write in pleasure, involuntarily raising your hips off the mattress- though he holds you tight, intent on cleaning up every drop with his tongue. Your moans are his greatest pride- pride he feels every single time you cum for him.

When he finally pulls back, his lips shine with your slick, a smug smile on his face. "I will never get tired of that," He says, giving your pussy the most chaste kiss one could possibly give, and grabs the towel he'd prepared beforehand to wipe you down. You watch him, in a near-drunken state as he takes care of you. He's always like this- being so affectionate and loving- not just with you, but with everyone around him. You love that...you love everything he is. "I love you," You say lazily, reaching down to run your hand through his hair. He seems taken aback for a moment, and then, to your surprise, he lets out a laugh- not a small one; a big laugh like he always does when he finds something hilarious. You furrow your brows in confusion. "Imagine," He says between laughs. "Imagine...what?" "Imagine you being serious." You're quiet for a long moment, trying to figure out how to respond to that. He then realizes that you are, in fact, serious- and then his smile fades slightly, "Wait, you're...being serious?" He asks, an incredulous look on his face. You swallow, looking down at your hands, "I am." "Wait, what? Y/n," He tilts his head, his smile completely gone, replaced by a look of...judgment? "Why the fuck would you do that?" "Do what, Wooyoung? Love you?" "Yes!" He slaps his forehead. You don't even know how to respond, feeling incredibly stupid, all the sudden. He groans, rubbing the same hand he slapped against his forehead, down his face, "Y/n, can I be real with you for a second?" You furrow your brows, staring at him in silence. "I have a lot of fun with you and all, but I'm...also kind of having fun with a few people right now..." "Wooyoung, just stop talking," You roll your eyes, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, moving off the bed to stand up, "Y/nnnnn," He whines, "Don't be mad. I'm just being honest." "Yeah, I got it. Thanks," You go to reach for your tee-shirt, but in the blink of an eye, he's crawling across the bed and lunging at you, engulfing you in a big hug, "Y/n...." He grabs the side of your face and peppers your cheek with kisses. At first, you try to push him off, feeling irritated at how...normal he's being, after such an intimate confession- but after a moment, you find yourself melting under his affection. "Wooyoung," You try to sound stern, but you know it's a losing battle. "Mmmmmmmmm," He whines, still kissing you, his grip around your waist becoming even tighter as he pulls you back toward the bed. "Wooyoung!" You laugh as he finally makes the both of you stumble backwards. Shit...this love is gonna fuck you up, for real.

4.) Jongho

Your bare back knocks into the wall behind you as he slams into youur heat. His hands hold you firmly, keeping you steady while your legs are wrapped around his waist. He's stronger than any of the men you know, and he loves to show off every chance he gets. His grunts of pleasure fill you with even more desire, and you can't help but want to bring him impossibly closer. Sensing this, he lets one hand go, sandwiching you between himself and the wall, while the free hand comes to the back of your neck, bringing you forward so he can kiss you. His lips are so soft and sweet; a big contrast to how hard he's fucking you. "Jongho..." You moan into his mouth, and he gladly swallows it up. You didn't used to do that before...kiss, that is. When you first started sleeping together, you'd laid out pretty clear ground rules; kissing was on both of your no-go's, as you'd both felt it to be far too emotionally intimate. Over time, however, that started to change- and not just that, but...everything. At first, you'd meet at one another's apartment: you'd go, get it in, clean up, and leave. It was just sex- good sex- but sex nonetheless...and then, one night, you guys had had a little bit to drink. It was a rare occurrence, as you didn't really hang out outside of the bedroom. He looked so good that night- you remember it clearly- and it was like something clicked. You were always attracted to him, obviously, but you suddenly felt so...ravenous- and you could see he felt it too. In one swift moment, as though through some kind of telepathic communication, you were on each other, hot and panting as your lips crashed in the most intimate kiss you've ever had. In that moment, it was like your very souls were connected. From then on, it's been like this- passionate kisses as he holds you against him like he's afraid you'll float away- saying the night, waking up and having coffee together. Sometimes, you'll even just...hang out. He'll say he wants to see you, and sometimes it means he wants to see you naked, and other times he just...actually wants to see you. "Shit, Y/n, I think I'm close," He pants, his pace becoming more erratic. "I am too," You hold onto him for dear life. "Shit, shit-" His pelvis slaps against your pussy, marking each and every thrust until he's finally cumming inside you (another thing that's changed between the both of you, ever since you got on the pill a few weeks ago). He covers you in kisses as his cock continues spurting a bit more. He always gets extra affectionate when he cums. He doesn't pull out, choosing instead to bring his hand to your pussy, still holding you as his other hand rubs against your clit. "Oh....oh God...Jongho..." You moan his name, unable to say anything else- your brain is short circuiting as you near your climax. "Come on, Y/n...cum for me- you know you look so beautiful when you cum," he says, eyes focused completely on your face- he loves seeing your distorted expression whenever he draws that orgasm out of you, every. single. fucking. time. Your mouth hangs open, never dropping his gaze, going completely silent for a moment before you let out the biggest whine you've ever given, feeling your entire body tense and then completely releasing all over his pelvis and hand. Your eyes widen, completely shocked at just how much came out of you. "Good fucking girl..." He mutters, staring down at your glistening cunt. He slowly puts you down and guides you to the bed, though he races to get you a towel first to lay on.

Hongjoong could see the pieces knitting together, but coincidences didn’t mean anything. Not really. “Jongho is allowed to have privacy, and go on runs, and not share his snacks,” he reminded them, “but I do admit, it seems fishy.”

“I think I know who it is too,” Mingi announced, his smile wide and confident as he saw the member’s coming around to his idea. He said your name simply and clearly.

“The make up artist?” San asked.

You’d been working as part of their glam team for a while, on big and small projects. You’d be shy at first, quietly starstruck but intensely professional. They’d broken down the walls in the way they had with all those they worked with consistently - professional friendship is what they’d call your relationship.

“Why her?” Yeosang asked.

Mingi gave a one armed shrug. “He’s softer with her, I don’t know.”

“He could just be being respectful,” Hongjoong argued but Mingi shook his head in disagreement.

“I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel like that,” Mingi murmured, “sometimes I think I see him looking at her and it’s just…different.”

They thought back to the last time they’d seen you two together, preparing for a photoshoot. You had laughed with all of them, told jokes and got teased in return. Jongho had definitely been speaking to you, his voice low, private. You had blushed and smiled. Maybe that was warmer than with the other members too. Maybe.

“Why wouldn’t he tell us if he was?” Wooyoung pouted.

Seunghwa flicked his ear. “Because none of us would let him live it down.”

“So, do we…wait for him to tell us?” Yeosang asked.

There was a long pause before San leant forward, a sly smile breaking across his face. “50,000 won for whoever gets a confession,” he challenged.

“You can’t seriously be betting on this,” Seonghwa shook his head, “Make it 50,000 and paying for the next BBQ meal.”

“Deal,” Mingi agreed.

“I want my winnings in cash please,” Yunho teased.

Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose and couldn’t help but laugh.

-

You got the ‘coffee?’ message about 3 hours into your day. Your team meeting had just finished, organisation of jobs and glamour looks for the next photoshoots, video shoots and upcoming live stages. It was a lot of information that was settled in front of your head, messy notes scrawled on to lined paper and an increased to do list. You were relieved at the chance to clear your brain, even just for a moment.

You made your excuses for your sunbaes and made your way out of the main team work space.

You always met in the same place, a hidden corner between the recording studio and your usual office. It wasn’t exactly private but in the fast paced work day, there was only so much time you had. It hadn’t started out as a ‘date’ (Jongho wouldn’t let you call them that because I can do way better than this) but you had to stop yourself from skipping in excitement.

He was in comfy clothes, baggy shirts and sweatpants, a usual work day outfit. “Recording all day,” he’d told you. You weren’t sure if he’d actually be able to slip away but of course he could.

He always found a way to see you.

Jongho had a tray of drinks at his feet, and he held yours out as you approached. You couldn’t lean in as close as you wanted, couldn’t curl your fingers around the base of his neck or kiss him like you wanted. You smiled sweetly. He made sure his fingers brushed against yours as you took the take away cup.

You took a sip and hummed. “With hazelnut today?”

Jongho gave a half shrug. “Hazelnut is for planning days.”

You’d told him that once, that the extra boost was always needed to get you through those long meetings. You couldn’t stop the grin that formed around your straw.

He rocked forwards and backwards on his heels, letting his elbow knock against your arm. It shouldn’t make your heart rate pick up, but it does, just the same as if he had slid his arm around you.

In this closeness, both of you could forget expectations, forget boundaries and just be.

Jongho reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, following around the curve of your jaw. He kept the contact as long as he could, unwilling to let go before he had to. The gentleness belied the pounding of your heart in your chest.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked quietly.

“Well enough,” you promised, “just…a long morning.”

He hummed in understanding, and brushed his thumb along the clef in your chin.

“Jongho?”

You both startled at the name, a familiar voice that pierced the comfortable silence that blanketed you. Jongho’s hand dropped.

Behind Jongho, Yunho stood in the hallway, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, which lifted a moment later, eyes jumping between the two of you. Your heart thudded, and your head ducked, avoiding eye sight.

You didn’t see Jongho’s face harden just so, from the face he wore with you, to the one he wore with his members. Still soft but different. It always felt different with you.

“Hyung,” he greeted easily. When he turned, his broad shoulders blocked you from view just so. “Manager-nim asked me to drop a drink to ——-sshi.”

“Manager-nim…” Yunho repeated slowly.

Jongho hummed, bent to pick up the members iced drinks, melting freely in their holder on the floor. “Couldn’t you wait for your drink?” He complained.

“Thank you Jongho-sshi,” you murmured and bowed deeply, before making your exit.

Later, Jongho would apologise against your temple, muttering his complaints about impatience things, and laughed when you suggested a better meeting place for their coffee dates.

“It’s not a date,” he corrected.

-

Yunho: he lied, i can’t believe he lied to me

Yunho: we need to have serious words with jong about this

Yunho: and he just sat their in the recording studio

Yunho: like it didn’t matter

Yunho: with his drink of lies

Hongjoong: i think you’re taking this too personally

-

Jongho gave his clothes freely to you. In fact, you were pretty sure he was deliberately leaving them around. There was always a reason for you putting on a hoodie or t-shirt of his, each excuse more outlandish than the next. Not that you it stopped you from actually wearing them. You liked wearing his clothes as much as Jongho liked you in the them.

But then things like this happen. He leaves the wrong hoodie at your home and, on your late start day, you’re woken up by a phone call with a sheepish Jongho telling you that his manager says that jumper needs to go back into catalogued rotation.

“Can you bring it for me?” He asked.

You stifled a yawn. “I can’t exactly say no can I?”

Jongho huffed a laugh. “I’ll bring you another one,” he promised.

“One I can keep this time.”

When you go to find him, he’s in the dance studio. You had suggested that you just put it on the hanger yourself, since you were going that way, but Jongho had reminded you it would look weird for you to have the clothing that he was supposed to have kept. The reminder was like ice down your back.

Right, of course. Sometimes, you forgot that you were keeping things quiet when Jongho had taken over so much of your life at this point.

He’d sent you a text, letting you know that the coast was clear, and so you had gone to him. Jongho smiled at you, eyes creasing sweetly in the corners, as soon as the door slid closed behind you.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he muttered, hand slipping over yours to handle the bag.

“I am missing sleep wear,” you counted.

His eyes moved from your face, down, with a knowing tilt to his eyebrows. “Don’t worry on my account,” he teased, “I don’t mind.”

Your cheeks burned. “Jong,” you admonished, but he didn’t blink, grin widening into a smirk, a cheeky dance in his eyes.

Like this, when it was just the two of you, things felt easy. The knot that had formed in your stomach lessened, your shoulders felt lighter and, for a moment, you were just every other couple.

Jongho was still holding your hand, and he used it to tug you closer. You went willingly on stumbling feet until your shoes bumped together. That was the thing with Jongho, you had realised early on - you couldn’t resist.

“You look pretty,” he murmured, voice soft and honest, eyes jumping around your face as he took in everything.

You flushed and bite your bottom lip as you smiled. You weren’t used to compliments, not the way that Jongho did them. So earnest, so honest, just for you.

You almost missed the door opening behind you. But then Jongho’s hand was slipping from yours, feet stepping back and the distance between you felt like a sudden dunking in ice.

You turned to see Seonghwa, dressed for rehearsals, pausing in the doorway. “Oh, am I interrupted something?”

“Of course not, Seonghwa-sshi,” you answered quickly. “I was just….”

“Dropping off something for me,” Jongho finished.

“Yes,” you nodded, “and now that I have, I’ll go back to work.”

You bowed to both members before making your leave. You barely heard Seonghwa’s soft, “have a good day”, as you sped past him.

This was happening more and more, and honestly, you were not the best liar under pressure.

But when he pressed you into the mattress that night, kisses burning as they trailed down your neck, you found yourself repeating that the lie was worth it.

-

Seonghwa: i asked him why ——- would have his hoodie

Seonghwa: but he just pretended he couldn’t hear me

Yeosang: i think we need a more direct approach

Yeosang: lets be honest

Yeosang: jongho would never lose a battle of wits

Yeosang: especially against you clowns

Wooyoung: rude

Yunho: and yet fair

-

It was four hours into a photoshoot when Wooyoung noticed. They were doing a photos in pairs, Jongho and him, as part of the upcoming comeback. He couldn’t remember if this was for the album or a photocard or anything else. The photographer, Byungmin, was a new hire. They’d done a few shoots before but this was the biggest one he was leading.

“The concept is rock gods, got it?” Byungmin had expressed.

Wooyoung had an elbow resting on Jongho’s shoulder, jaw angled upwards as they stared down the camera.

“Excellent,” Byungmin checked the image through his lens, and gave a satisfied grin, “last one, and we’re good. Can you turn to face each other? Think enemies during peace time. Verge of fighting. I want to feel the tension through the camera.”

Around them, the photography assistants fluttered, readjusting limbs and leg stances until they got the approval of their boss. Wooyoung didn’t enjoy this part of the job - the hands that pushed and prodded and arranged you like a child would a doll. But he let them, did as he was told, and waited to be told he was done.

Wooyoung’s head was angled downwards by one of these insistent hands. His eyes followed downwards momentarily, and he caught it. Just below neck line. Wouldn’t even have been noticeable if it wasn’t for the way he was standing and that he looked down just as Jongho’s collar was readjusted.

Lip marks.

Those were lips marks on his collar.

Jongho had lipstick marks on his collar.

It was pink, a noticeable shimmer on the curve of Jongho’s neck. It sat there, like a hidden claiming mark.

Byungmin paused to tell Wooyoung that childish wasn’t really the vibe of the shoot right now.

“Sexy, right? Alluring,” he reminded.

“Of course, sorry,” Wooyoung apologised quickly. It took a moment to school his features appropriately, professional as he was. He couldn’t stop the way his body hummed in excitement and his fingers tapped an agitated beat against his thighs.

Oh, he couldn’t wait to see Jongho’s face.

Jongho noticed the behaviour change, and arched an eyebrow in silent question. What’s up with you?

Wooyoung returned the look, teasing, letting his lips twitch upwards into a giddy smile.

He leant closer for a moment, tried to make the movement smooth and effortless, just another poise, as he whispered, “Next time, you should probably tell your girlfriend not to wear lipstick on a shoot day.”

Jongho’s lips turned downwards into a frown, confused.

Wooyoung grinned, eyes darting to his neck for a moment. When Byungmin ended the shoot, and called for the next pair - Mingi and Yeosang - to make their entrance, Wooyoung tapped his own neck knowingly.

He laughed when Jongho’s ears went red.

-

Wooyoung: IT WAS PINK DO YOU KNOW THAT MEANS

Hongjoong: Jongho looks good in pink

Seonghwa: it was really obvious and we’re all blind that it took us that long to notice that he’s dating anyone

Mingi: jong is getting smooches

Mingi: and you’re not

Wooyoung: rude san would smooch me

San: don’t drag me and my smooches into this

Yeosang: can we please stop saying smooches?

-

“I think they know,” Jongho mused.

It was late. Jongho had gone on his usual workout session at the gym before making the short walk to your apartment. He’d showered, redressed himself in cleaner clothes, and made himself at home on your sofa.

It was a part of life now, the end of each of your days that you enjoyed every moment of. It wasn’t exactly sneaking around, but it was private, just for the two of you. Everything with Jongho was quiet, private. A comforting touch, a familiar sigh.

The televison was playing the ending credits of a drama you had been watching together. Soon, it would be time for Jongho to head back to the dorm rooms, a time that made your stomach twist with bittersweet longing. Which was silly, you knew, because you’d only see him again the next morning. You just wished these moments could stretch on.

You huffed a laugh. “I’m surprised it's taken them this long. Honestly, you’re not exactly subtle.”

“Who left their lipstick on me?” He challenged.

You groaned in embarrassment. Honestly, you couldn’t believe that had actually happened. A momentarily weakness that had seemed thrilling and sexy at the time, now just made you feel deeply mortified. “You’re the one that said Seonghwa has been asking about the missing hoodie since it happened,” you reminded.

“Hey, the hoodie one wasn’t my fault,” he argued, “You borrow a lot of my stuff.”

“You let me,” you challenged.

Jongho’s fingers slid along your chin affectionately, smirking at the blush that bloomed on your cheeks. “But you look so cute in them,” he murmured.

“Jjong,” you slapped a hand against his chest, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He arched an eyebrow, challenge clear in his face. You wanted to accept it, let him show you, but you were firm. Your fingers curled into the loose ties at the front of his hoodie. “You need to get back.”

Jongho hummed. His hand moved so he could stroke your cheek, and you leant into it. His hand felt so warm against you, you could float away. His eyes darted over your face, like he was memorising every detail over and over again. “Soon,” he promised.

You turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand. Such a simple act, so sweet, and it made Jongho’s heart clench before the uptick of its beating. Yes, he was so completely in love with you.

“I should tell them soon,” he said.

You looked at him under your lashes. “Whenever you want to,” you agreed.

“It’s not that I don’t,” he reminded. You hummed in understanding. Things were far more complicated than that. “Once they know, I just need to figure out how to keep you.”

You were quick with your answer. “You’ll always have me.”

Jongho said your name, quiet and revertant, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His hand moved to your neck and dragged you closer, until your lips could slot together. He always kissed like this - firm, with purpose, like he would crawl into you if he could. It made you breathless, lightheaded, lost in the moment.

When Jongho finally left, your lips were swollen and your heart ached even more to say goodbye.

-

Admittedly, Jongho wasn’t even trying to pretend anymore. He left your home three nights before, a heavy weight in his stomach that he wasn’t able to just stay. He never liked going, having to leave you behind so that no one noticed, but something about that day itself just caught him sideways.

You hadn’t really been able to see each other this week due to schedules, leading up today - the new music video. He’d watched you out of the corner of his eye as you moved around, bumping shoulders with your coworkers, nodding at your managers when they gave an update, laughing with his members while you assisted other make up artists before those on your rotation were ready to sit in your chair.

You’d finished Yunho before him, laughing at jokes that Jongho was pretty sure weren’t funny. Mingi was in the chair next to him, and the conversation flowed easily. You fit in there so effortlessly and he was once again struck by the thought that he was so lucky to have you.

“Jongho-sshi,” you called over your shoulder as you straightened your supplies, and then turned to flash him the brightest smile.

His mouth felt dry.

God.

Yeah. He was gone.

He watched you as you worked. You had to move around him constantly, applying and blending, adding powder to set. His eyes followed you, smile soft, like he couldn’t bear to look away.

You caught him, blinked in surprise. He had looked at you like this before, but never so out in the open. It felt like a spotlight blinking to life upon you.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice low, slipping into secrecy. He traced the flush from your cheeks to the tip of your nose with his eyes, wishing desperately to do so with his fingers.

“You’re cute,” he replied, quiet, honest.

He saw how the surprise in your gaze melted into warmth, affection. “Jongho,” you shake your head in amusement.

“What? Am I making it hard for you to concentrate?” He teased.

If you could have, you would have flicked his forehead. “You’re the worst client,” you joked.

“Lies, I’m your best,” he counted.

You hummed in amusement. You swapped one brush for another. “Close your eyes,” you instruct. “I need to do your shadow.”

He obliged. Even in darkness, you surrounded him. The touch of the brush on his eyelids was delicate. The end of your overshirt - an old button up that you wore over a tank top - brushed the top of his hands where they rested on the chair. Your perfume wrapped around him. Your free hand curved around his jaw so gently, holding him steady as you worked.

Jongho shuddered a breath he couldn’t hold any longer. Like this, he could pretend you were alone, lost in sensation. Your thumb stroked on the underside of his jaw once, barely noticeable to anyone but him, before you withdraw. “Okay, open.”

His eyes were dark, hooded, lost, only for you. You didn’t think anyone else would notice, but you did. You always did.

“Looks good,” you comment, throat dry, voice croaking.

Jongho makes a noise of agreement. His fingers twitch from the urge to pull you closer.

Later, in the shadow between the stage lights, Yeosang approached quietly and said, “You have failed at subtly my friend.”

Jongho huffed a laugh. “Kind of stopped caring that I needed to be,” he admitted.

“Does this count as a public announcement then?” Yeosang joked, sliding an arm over his shoulder.

He angled his head to look at the older member. “Honestly, it took you guys long enough.”

“Yeah, probably,” Yeosang admitted, “Mingi noticed.”

Jongho’s smile became a tad wider. “And now, you all know.”

“I mean, once it was pointed out, you do have that soft look about you.” Yeosang poked his maknae’s cheek.

“Yeah, I do,” Jongho agreed.

-

Jongho: Meet at the dorms after shoot

Jongho: we should talk

-

They gathered back in the dorms living room. Yeosang was already there, looking smug, while Jongho was splayed in the arm chair, a set look of determination on his face.

“What’s this about?” Seonghwa asked.

Of course, they already knew.

Jongho leant forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. “I’m dating ——-,” he said simply.

Mingi hissed his intake of breath. “Yes, I knew it.”

Jongho raised his phone screen, showing a timer. “You have three minutes to ask whatever questions you want. Then, my relationship is just a normal part of life, got it?”

He didn’t wait for a response and hit go.

“How long have you been dating?” Hongjoong asked first.

“10 months.”

San jumped in. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Jongho shrugged. “I wanted to keep it just for a us, just for a little while,” he admitted. “Plus, with our jobs…it was easier.”

“Is she nice to you?” Yunho asked.

Jongho’s lips twitched. “Yes hyung.”

Yeosang counted, “are you nice to her?”

“She hasn’t complained so far.”

“When can we meet her?” Seonghwa asked, “you know, officially, as your girlfriend.”

“Next team dinner,” was the quick answer.

“What shade is her lipstick?” Wooyoung wondered.

San raised his eyebrow. “That’s your question?”

“It was a good shade,” he defended, “—— and I always wear the same brand!”

“I’ll find out for you Woo,” Jongho promised.

“Was it love at first sight?”

“Of course not.”

“Not a romantic bone in that body,” Mingi complained under his breath. “How he got anyone to date him…”

Wooyoung vibrated with energy when he asked, “Who asked who out?”

“She asked me.”

“Good for her, girl power and all that shit.”

The timer went off. Jongho turned it off and returned his phone to his pocket. “And now we’re back to normal,” he emphasised. He stood up, pushed his hair away from his face and began to walk towards the door. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Hey, where are you going?” Mingi stammered, startled by the sudden dismissal.

Jongho grinned at them, teasing and amused. His eyes creased at the edges. “I’m going to see ——-. Don’t have to sneak around anymore, so don’t wait up for me.”

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

Wooyoung sniffed mockingly. “Oh baby is all grown up.”

Yunho flung an arm around Woo’s shoulders and pouted. “They grow up too fast. Bring me back my baby Jongie.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes but the smile across his face was warm. “Jongho seems happy,” he concluded.

“Smitten,” Yeosang added. “And on that note,” he grinned widely, “I’ll take those bank transfers now.”

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