Jho 🫧

the dorms are quiet after 1 a.m.

most students are passed out from training or pretending to study while scrolling. yuuji’s room smells like clean sweat, citrus body wash, and the faint vanilla of your shampoo that’s somehow ended up on his pillow permanently.

he’s still wearing his black compression shorts and nothing else — skin shiny, chest rising fast from the late night workout he dragged you along for “just to keep him company”. liar. he just wanted your eyes on him while he lifted.

now you’re both on his narrow bed, your back against the headboard, legs spread over his broad shoulders while he kneels between them like it’s the only place he belongs.

“been thinking about this all day,” he mumbles against your inner thigh, voice muffled and warm. his pink hair is a mess; strands stick to his forehead. “could barely focus on punches ‘cause i kept picturing you like this.”

you laugh breathlessly. “you’re so —”

he cuts you off by dragging his tongue flat up your cunt, slow and deliberate.

your hips jump.

“shhh. let me take care of you, baby.”

yuuji eats you out like he’s starving and you’re his favorite meal. no teasing, no edging bullshit — just hungry, open-mouthed kisses and messy swirls around your clit until your thighs tremble. he groans every time you tug his hair, the sound vibrating straight through you.

“taste so fucking good,” he pants, cheeks flushed dark. “could do this for hours.”

you’re already close when he slips two thick fingers inside, curling them just right while his lips close around your clit and suck.

“yuuji — fuck —”

“yeah?” he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, lips glossy, chin dripping. “gonna come for me? want you to. please.”

that ‘please’ does it.

you arch, thighs clamping around his head as you come hard, gasping his name. he doesn’t stop — keeps licking softly through it until you’re whining from overstimulation and weakly pushing at his forehead.

he pulls back with the goofiest, proudest grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“good girl,” he breathes, crawling up to kiss you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands are already fumbling at his shorts, shoving them down just enough. his cock springs free — thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. he’s so hard it looks painful.

“need you,” you whisper against his lips. “inside. now.”

yuuji makes a broken little sound in his throat.

“fuck — yeah. yeah, baby.”

he lines up, rubs the head through your slick folds a few times, then pushes in slow.

your breath catches at the stretch. he’s big — bigger than anyone you’ve been with before him — and he knows it. always goes careful at first, watching your face like you might break.

“still okay?” he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours.

“mhm. more.”

that’s all he needs.

he bottoms out with a shaky exhale, hips flush to yours. for a second he just stays there, breathing hard, letting you adjust while he scatters soft kisses over your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids.

“you feel so perfect,” he whispers. “like you were made for me.”

then he starts moving.

slow at first — long, deep rolls of his hips that make you see sparks behind your eyelids. but the longer he goes, the more desperate he gets. his grip on your thighs tightens, blunt nails digging in just enough to sting sweetly.

“fuck — you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. “gonna make me lose it.”

“then lose it,” you gasp, nails raking down his back. “want you to fuck me hard, yuuji.”

something in his eyes flashes.

next thrust slams deep enough to make you cry out. the bed creaks under you both. he’s panting against your neck, mumbling half-formed praise and filthy promises.

“so pretty when you take it — fuck — gonna fill you up, okay? want you dripping with me.”

you clench around him at the words.

he moans loud enough you’re sure someone down the hall heard.

“shit — you like that? want my cum inside?”

“yes — please —”

he fucks you faster, harder, hips snapping. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room along with both your moans.

“gonna come,” he warns, voice wrecked. “gonna come so deep — fuck, baby —”

you come first — clenching down so hard he almost blacks out for a second. your nails bite into his shoulders as you shake under him.

yuuji follows right after with a choked “oh fuck—” burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you, hot and thick, hips stuttering through it.

he collapses on top of you, sweaty and trembling, but careful not to crush you. his face nuzzles into your neck.

“love you,” he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your pulse. “so much.”

you card fingers through his damp hair, smiling.

“love you too, dummy.”

he stays inside you a while longer, soft now, just holding you. eventually he pulls out slow, watching his cum leak out with the dumbest, most lovesick expression.

“that’s so hot,” he whispers.

you swat his shoulder weakly. “perv.”

“your perv,” he grins, already reaching for the towel on his desk to clean you both up.

after he’s done — gentle wipes, soft kisses, pulling you into his chest under the blanket — he whispers against your hair,

“round two after we nap?”

you laugh into his collarbone.

“you’re insatiable.”

“only for you.”

you step through the portrait hole a little late, hair still wind-tousled from cheering so hard your voice cracked during the final dive. your dress catches the light like it was woven from starlight and leftover victory, soft, flowing fabric that shimmers between silver and deep midnight blue, hugging you in all the right places before spilling out like liquid moonlight. tiny charmed fireflies drift around your shoulders, orbiting you like you’re the center of the universe.

james sees you and forgets how to breathe.

he’s mid-laugh with sirius, broom still propped against the couch, quidditch robes half-unzipped and hair more disastrous than ever. but the second his eyes land on you, the room narrows to just one point.

“merlin’s bloody beard,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

sirius follows his gaze and smirks. “down boy.”

james doesn’t hear him.

he’s already moving, cutting through the crowd like he’s chasing the snitch again. people part without thinking—james potter on a mission is a force of nature.

when he reaches you, he stops short, like he’s scared getting too close might ruin the view.

“hi,” he says, voice softer than anyone’s ever heard it. his glasses are slightly crooked. he doesn’t fix them.

you smile, shy and bright all at once. “hi, captain. nice catch out there.”

he laughs once, breathless. “you saw that?”

“i saw everything.” you tilt your head, fireflies dancing in your hair. “you were brilliant.”

james swallows. he’s captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, he’s faced bludgers and slytherins and detention more times than he can count, but right now he feels like a first-year tripping over his own tongue.

“you—” he starts, then stops. tries again. “you look… i mean, bloody hell, love. you look like you walked out of a dream i didn’t know i was allowed to have.”

your cheeks warm. “james—”

“no, seriously.” he steps closer, close enough that you can smell the grass and leather and faint butterbeer on him. his hand finds your waist like it belongs there. “i’ve won matches before. i’ve celebrated before. but i’ve never felt like this. like the win doesn’t even matter next to you standing here looking like… like that.”

he gestures vaguely at all of you—dress, glow, everything—like words are failing him spectacularly.

you laugh, soft. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m in love with you,” he counters, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “that’s worse.”

“worse?”

“infinitely worse. devastating, really.” his thumb brushes your side, gentle. “i look at you and my brain just… stops. full quidditch-pitch silence. and then it starts screaming your name on loop.”

you bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide. “poetic.”

“i try.” he leans in, forehead touching yours. around you the party keeps going—remus is trying to stop peter from doing shots off the table, sirius is yelling something about a conga line—but it’s background noise.

“dance with me?” james asks, voice low like a secret.

“here? in the middle of all this chaos?”

“especially here. especially now. i want everyone to see how lucky i am.”

you pretend to think about it for half a second.

then you slip your hand into his. “lead the way, potter.”

he does—pulls you gently into the open space near the fire, where the light is warmest. one hand on your waist, the other holding yours, he starts swaying even though the music is too fast for it. doesn’t matter. he’s making his own rhythm.

you rest your head on his shoulder. he presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your hair, then one more because he can’t help it.

“i’m never letting this win go,” he murmurs against your skin.

“the match?”

“no.” his arms tighten around you. “this. you. us. never.”

and in the glow of the fireflies and the fire and the fairy lights someone strung up across the ceiling, you believe him.

because james potter looks at you like you hung the moon.

because he leans too close. because he smiles every time you sigh in frustration. because he taps his quill against his lips when he’s thinking, and sometimes he mutters your name under his breath while reading through footnotes.

and worst of all?

he’s not even bad at school.

you’re convinced he agreed to these “study sessions” just to torture you.

case in point: today.

you’re in the far corner of the library, both of you huddled over your advanced magical theory textbook, your knees brushing under the table and his arm resting far too casually against the back of your chair.

“you’re doing that thing again,” you mumble without looking up.

“what thing?” he says, leaning in closer. (the audacity.)

“that thing where you pretend to need help with a chapter you clearly already read.”

remus smiles, soft and crooked. “maybe i just like hearing you explain things.”

you blink.

then, stupidly, you drop your quill.

it clatters to the floor with the kind of clack that makes madam pince hiss from twenty feet away.

you mutter a curse under your breath and duck to retrieve it. when you sit back up, remus is watching you with that half-scholarly, half-smug look that makes your face burn every single time.

“you have ink on your face,” he says.

you freeze.

“oh,” you say dumbly, wiping at your cheek with the back of your sleeve. “where?”

“no—” his fingers catch your wrist. “here. let me.”

and then he does it.

he brushes your cheek with his thumb. soft. thoughtful.

you forget how to breathe.

you literally forget how to breathe.

his eyes are fixed on yours, and you swear, for a second, the library goes completely silent.

he doesn’t move.

neither do you.

and then, in the smallest voice you’ve ever had, you say: “remus?”

he hums, low in his throat, still not looking away.

“there’s… still ink.”

you’re not sure why you say it. maybe to break the moment. maybe because if he keeps looking at you like that, you might do something really stupid like kiss him.

and to your eternal horror, he leans in again.

his thumb touches your skin.

you think your soul might leave your body.

“there,” he murmurs. “got it.”

you’re blinking at him, fully short-circuited. there’s a scribble of ancient runes on the page in front of you that might as well be hieroglyphics now. your brain is made of static.

remus sits back, his smile small—like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

which is rude. and possibly illegal.

“you alright?” he asks, as if you haven’t just suffered a minor cardiac episode.

you nod stiffly. “fine. just—fine. ink. gone. great.”

there’s a pause.

then remus tilts his head, almost mischievously.

“you’ve got something on your lips too,” he says, and it’s so smooth, so stupidly smooth, that you genuinely gape at him.

he smiles.

kidding.

but your heart still flutters.

you look down at the book again, eyes wide, trying desperately to remember how to read.

he chuckles—soft and warm—and picks up his quill like he didn’t just ruin your life in ten seconds.

you don’t make eye contact for the rest of the study session.

you can’t.

every time you glance at remus, he’s already looking at you—like he’s studying your reactions, like he knows. his quill taps against his lips rhythmically, and your brain just stops forming complete thoughts. you try to refocus on your notes, but his leg keeps brushing yours under the table like it has no regard for your sanity.

the ink on your face is long gone.

but the aftermath? permanent.

 “oi!”

the library doors slam open and there they are—the rest of the bloody marauders.

sirius is dramatically swinging his satchel over his shoulder like it personally offended him. james is trailing behind, throwing peanuts in peter’s mouth like it’s the olympics. the moment sirius spots you and remus in your little study bubble, his whole face lights up.

“well, well, well,” sirius singsongs. “what do we have here?”

remus visibly stiffens. you can actually see him preparing for impact.

you try to say “hi” in a chill voice. it comes out more like a squeak.

james drops into the chair next to you like it’s a quidditch pitch. “are we interrupting something?”

“yes,” you and remus say at the same time.

peter snorts. sirius actually smirks. “no need to get defensive, moony. we were just wondering why our dearest studious friend here has been mysteriously unavailable for the past three weeks during every single hogsmeade trip.”

“i’ve had homework,” remus says flatly.

“uh-huh. homework with y/n,” sirius grins. “every weekend. for hours. in the dark corner of the library. sounds very… educational.”

you bury your face in your notes. remus kicks sirius under the table.

but sirius—because he has no shame and a death wish—keeps going.

“just wondering when you two are finally going to kiss and put us all out of our misery.”

your head jerks up. remus freezes.

and in the silence that follows, james claps his hands once.

“alright! that’s my cue,” he says brightly, grabbing sirius by the collar. “let’s leave these two lovebirds alone before remus murders you.”

sirius grins at you on the way out. “he was staring at you like a lovesick librarian before we even walked in, just so you know.”

you want to melt through the stone floor.

they leave.

the silence returns.

and remus?

still frozen.

“sorry about them,” he finally mutters.

you shrug, heart slamming against your ribs. “they’re not wrong, though.”

remus blinks.

“what?”

you inhale.

oh, screw it.

“i know you don’t need tutoring. you’re one of the smartest people in our year, remus. you could teach the class.”

he looks down, slightly pink.

you keep going, your words spilling out now like you’ve passed the emotional event horizon.

“so, either you’re secretly illiterate, or you’ve been showing up every week just to sit next to me and make my brain short-circuit.”

he blinks at you. “your brain short-circuits?”

“don’t change the subject.”

“i’m not,” he says softly, and when he looks up again—merlin. his eyes are warm and golden and nervous.

“i just wanted an excuse to be near you,” he admits, barely above a whisper.

your breath catches.

and then—

“you could’ve just asked,” you say, smiling like a lunatic.

remus laughs under his breath, ducking his head.

“yeah,” he says. “i could’ve.”

a pause.

he leans forward, bracing his arms on the table between you. closer than before. close enough to see the freckles dusted across his nose.

close enough to kiss.

“you still have ink on your face,” he murmurs again, but his voice is different this time—like a question.

“do i?” you whisper.

he nods.

you don’t move.

neither does he.

and then, finally—finally—remus leans in and kisses you.

it’s soft. almost shy.

his lips brush yours like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

you kiss him back like you’ve been waiting for this forever.

because, honestly?

you have.

later that night, when you both walk back to the common room, pink-cheeked and wide-eyed, sirius is waiting on the stairs with a shit-eating grin.

“about bloody time.”

remus throws a book at his head.

CHAN:

Chan had somehow gotten it into his head that the best time and place for the two of you to reveal your relationship to the world would be at a concert in Sydney. He figured it would be a good place, the place he grew up in would be the first place to know all about his love for you. You'd even managed to make sure your schedules aligned and you could be alongside him when he did it all.

"So this is the part of the show where we get to talk to you all and let you know what's been going on in our lives," Chan spoke clearly into the microphone but anyone could see his hands were shaking a little. You knew he was nervous about this and who wouldn't be? You were practically biting your nails down to the bed.

"As you all know Yn and I have been friends for years, ever since I came to Korea..." Chan began to go on a whole speech about you, your whole body heating up as you listened to him compliment you in every way.

"There's something we need to tell you though...Yn and I are no longer friends." The crowd began to "awh" to him and the boys all smirked over at you behind the stage.

"We're together...Romantically." Chan added with a giant grin on his face, opening his arms for you to come out on stage and you froze for a second. Waiting for anyone to be booing but they all seemed to be cheering so you ran out there and smiled, hugging your boyfriend's chest.

MINHO:

It was only a matter of time before rumours of your relationship with Minho began to spread and you, and your team, had already prepared for it. Minho and you had released a song together a month back and now it was beginning to circulate that the two of you were in a relationship - which was true. The song had been your company's idea of soft-launching your relationship to the world, even the music video featured you and Minho doing a lot of couple-like things and everyone seemed to be reacting well to the news. Some even said they'd seen it at the start of your "friendship."

"You all know I released a song with Minho recently, and tonight we thought we'd give you a special performance!" You yelled out into the microphone, smiling brightly as people inside the arena cheered your name. Minho walked out onto the stage, smirking at you as he stood beside you.

"Before we start though, we have to let you in on a secret," Minho told them, winking at you before you both told them all you were in a relationship. None of them seemed surprised by the news but it was safe to say they were excited by the screams that they were letting out.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin was looking at you as he nervously bounced his leg up and down on the spot, it was obvious that the two of you were nervous about what you were going to do since it wasn't approved by either of your managers.

"You're sure about this?" You whispered to him, your relationship had already been rumoured since the start but this was going to be the first time either of you was going to be confirming it and live on air was a pretty insane way to do it.

"More than," He whispered back, squeezing your hand as the camera panned over to you both.

"Welcome back! We're joined by Changbin and Yn who are here to be interviewed about what it's like working in the same company in different settings," The cameras felt like they were suddenly burning a hole into your skull and you smiled warmly, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside of you. The interview started off easy, you were asked if there was much difference for you than Changbin since he was in a group and then you continued to talk about your scheduling.

"Is there anything else we should know?" Was the question you'd been slightly dreading but you looked at Changbin and both smirked,

"Well, dating in companies is usually forbidden but...You can't help where you find love." Changbin stated, gasps were heard from inside the studio and you didn't dare turn to look at your manager who was no doubt cursing you out.

"Are you confirming the rumours?!" The presenter seemed more excited than you and you nodded with a small laugh, the interview completely derailing and going on about the two of you.

HYUNJIN:

It was Hyunjin's first-ever solo interview and it was safe to say he was more than a little nervous, in fact, he was extremely nervous and not because of the interview. He'd done so many at this point that they were a walk in the park, all of them except this one. This was one different because it was going to be about him revealing his relationship with you. It was a fashion function he'd been invited along to which you happened to be performing at and you both decided to debut your relationship tonight.

"You look fantastic tonight, who dressed you?" Hyunjin began to explain his outfit in detail and did a small spin for the cameras who all began to take photos of him. 

"Is there anyone you're looking forward to seeing tonight?" Hyunjin looked over his shoulder at you, you were already heading inside of the venue and he turned back to the cameras.

"My partner, Yn, I cant wait to watch them perform live and show my love for them." He winks before the interviewer bombarded him with more questions about the two of you.

JISUNG:

Dispatch was getting ready to tell the world about their couple of the year and you knew it was you and Jisung, you'd been warned by JYPE and your managers that your relationship was going to be outed to the world and you'd both decided you were going to be at everyone to it.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight, I know you're all also excited to go home and learn about dispatch's new couple." You teased into the microphone, it was the end of your concert and you were getting antsy about what you needed to do.

"But I have some exciting news to share with you exclusively." You smiled warmly before some soft music began to play in the background.

"I've always wanted to be ahead of a big company like dispatch so, your couple reveal is..." A drumroll sounded before photographs of you and Jisung began to play on all of the big screens, one of your most romantic songs playing alongside it as people screamed out in surprise.

"Now you get the first look before anyone," You laughed a little as Jisung ran out onto the stage, engulfing you in a huge hug.

FELIX:

"What's the cheesiest pickup line you've ever heard?" The interviewer asked as you let out a small laugh thinking back on the one that Felix had said to you,

"You’ve got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is absolutely my favourite." You repeated it with a huge laugh, your whole body heating up as you remembered him suddenly telling it to you as he got out of the shower one night.

"Who told you that one?!" She laughed wildly as you shook your head at her, your eyes welling up with tears from how hard you were laughing.

"My boyfriend-" The whole world seemed to stand still as you realised what you'd just said and you could have sworn you were sweating buckets.

"Boyfriend? Is this a first hand-exclusive?" She wiggled her brows at you and you threw a glance over your manager who shook her head before nodding at you since there was no going back now and the interview turned into a whole questionnaire about your relationship.

SEUNGMIN:

It had been a silly fight that you and Seungmin had before he went out on stage earlier that night and you regretted it ever since, you were just a little fed up with hiding all of the time and you were worried it was going to be this way forever or that he ashamed of you or something.

"There's something I need to tell you all," Seungmin announced, the boys all staring at him confused. It was the end of the show and they were all getting ready to leave the stage.

"For a while, I've been keeping a huge secret and it's time I let it off my chest." Staff behind the stage began to yell at one another asking what he was doing and you stared at him with widened eyes.

"Yn and I have been together for a long time and I refuse to hide it anymore. I don't want them to think I'm ashamed when I love them more than anything else." He smiled brightly as people in the crowd began to "awe", your whole body was shaking as you stared at Seungmin who was gesturing for you to go onto the stage. 

"Yn and I are in love...I love them and they love me." He spoke as you took his hand in yours and smiled, hiding in his chest a little as flashes of cameras filled the arena.

"You're Crazy Kim Seungmin." You whispered as he stared down at you,

"Crazy about you."

JEONGIN:

It had all been an accident, a happy accident but an accident nonetheless. The boys were all on stage talking about their breaks and what they'd gotten up to on their small break from idol work and Jeongin talked about how he spent time with family and people he cared about. Only Jisung blurted out that he'd also been spending most of his time with you going out to different restaurants all over the country. It was something that maybe could have been swept under the rug and passed off as two friends spending time together if it hadn't been for Jisung also blabbering out that the two of you had been together for almost a year.

"You're a walking-talking idiot," Jeongin told him as you groaned at them coming over to you after the show had ended. By now the news had spread like wildfire and you knew there was no getting out of this one and your managers were going to have a field day with it.

"At least it's out in the world, neither of you has to worry about a giant reveal," Jisung offered a weak smile and you laughed softly, hugging him from the side.

"You can fight with my manager about it," You joked before shaking your head and congratulating the boys on a great show.