RJ/Rem

The first thing everyone told you during freshman orientation was to avoid Song Mingi.

“He beat someone so badly they transferred.”

“My roommate says he carries a knife.”

“I heard he got suspended last year.”

“He hangs around with the rough crowd.”

“He doesn’t smile.”

“If you see him, just keep walking.”

It became almost comical how often his name came up. You had never even spoken to him. Still, by the end of your first month at university, you knew exactly who he was.

Or rather, you knew who everyone thought he was.

He was impossible to miss. He was tall enough to tower over almost everyone on campus, broad shoulders hidden beneath oversized hoodies, dark hair that always looked like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, silver rings decorating his fingers and a pair of headphones always hanging around his neck.

His expression rarely changed.

Not angry.

Just… Closed off.

People moved out of his way in the hallways before he even reached them. Conversations stopped when he entered a room. Nobody ever sat beside him during lectures. Nobody ever approached him unless they absolutely had to. He always ate lunch alone beneath the old maple tree near the arts building.

You noticed because everyone else made a point of not noticing.

One afternoon, while waiting for your statistics lecture to begin, you watched him quietly crouch beside a frightened orange cat hiding under a bench. 

His large hands moved slowly towards the cat.

“It’s okay…” His voice barely carried across the courtyard. “I’m not going to touch you.”

The cat sniffed his fingers before rubbing its tiny face against his hand.

He smiled a small, genuine smile that transformed his entire face.

Something warm settled in your chest.

That… Didn’t match the rumours.

—

It happened again a week later.

You accidentally stayed late in the library while finishing an essay. By the time you packed your laptop away, the campus was nearly empty. Streetlights cast long shadows across the paths leading towards the student apartments. You checked your phone.

11:43 p.m.

“Great.”

You pulled your jacket tighter and began walking. Halfway home, laughter echoed behind you.

Loud.

Slurred.

You glanced over your shoulder.

Four men, older than university students.

Probably leaving one of the nearby bars. One of them whistled, another called after you.

“Hey!” You kept walking. “Don’t ignore us.”

Your heartbeat sped up. The footsteps behind you became quicker. One of them laughed.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

Your fingers tightened around your backpack strap.

Keep walking. Don’t look back. Ignore them.

A hand suddenly caught your wrist.

“Where are you rushing off to?”

Before you could even react…

“Let her go.”

The voice was calm and deep.

The man’s grip loosened slightly. You turned. Mingi stood a few metres away.

One of the drunk men scoffed.

“And who are you, the boyfriend or a random hero?”

Mingi didn’t answer. He simply repeated himself.

“Let. Her. Go.”

The man laughed.

“What if I don’t?”

You barely saw Mingi move. One second he was standing still. The next he’d pulled the man’s hand away from your wrist with enough force to make him stumble backwards.

Just one firm movement.

The other three immediately stepped forward. Mingi positioned himself in front of you without even looking back.

His shoulders straightened, but his voice remained unnervingly calm.

“There are four of you. I really don’t feel like calling the police.”

One of them muttered something under his breath. Mingi took another step.

“You’ve got ten seconds.”

The confidence burning in his eyes was enough to make even drunk men hesitate. They exchanged uncertain looks. Then one cursed.

“Forget it. Not worth it.” 

Within moments they were walking away, muttering insults over their shoulders.

The street became quiet again but your breathing hadn’t slowed.

Mingi turned around once the men were gone. You noticed his entire posture softening.

“Are you hurt?”

“…No.”

He frowned at the faint red marks around your wrist.

“They grabbed you.”

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

You nodded.

“Thank you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I was heading home.”

“You were?”

“…Actually.” His ears turned pink. “I saw you leave the library.”

 “…You followed me?”

“I…” He looked horrified. “Not in a creepy way.”

Despite everything that had just happened, you laughed causing his expression to turn even more flustered.

“I just…” He sighed. “It is late. You walk home alone a lot. I thought maybe…” He looked down at the pavement. “…someone should make sure you got back safely.”

“You’ve done this before?”

His silence answered for him.

—

From that evening on, you began noticing him everywhere.

Not in an unsettling way.

You’d leave your morning lecture. Five minutes later, Mingi would somehow be walking in the same direction. You’d sit outside with coffee. Ten minutes later, he’d sit on the bench opposite yours.

You’d head towards the library.

He’d already be holding the door open. Never speaking unless you spoke first. Never interrupting. Never imposing.

Just… there.

One afternoon you caught him.

“Mingi. Were you waiting outside my lecture?”

“…No…Maybe.”

“Mingi.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted lunch. But then I got nervous.”

“You?”

“I know.”

“The scary Song Mingi gets nervous?”

He groaned quietly.

“Please don’t call me scary.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“You don’t?”

You shook your head.

“I never did.”

For a moment, he simply stared at you, then he smiled. The same smile you’d seen him give the orange cat weeks ago.

The rumours never stopped. You simply learned how ridiculous they were.

The student he’d supposedly beaten up? His roommate. They’d argued over a football match, and someone had exaggerated it.

The suspension? For skipping classes while caring for his ill grandmother.

The knife? A box cutter from his part-time warehouse job. 

Every frightening story had a perfectly ordinary explanation, yet nobody ever bothered asking him.

It was easier to believe the gossip.

—

“You know…” You said one afternoon while sharing fries outside the student union. “You follow me around a lot.”

Mingi immediately looked embarrassed.

“I can stop.”

“I didn’t say I wanted you to.”

“…Oh.”

“You remind me of a puppy.”

He nearly choked on his drink.

“A puppy?”

“A very tall one.”

“I’m six foot something.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s a very big puppy. The biggest.”

He covered his face with both hands.

“I’m never recovering from this.”

“No.” You smiled. “Probably not.”

Weeks turned into months.

Studying together became routine. Walking home together became expected. Sharing headphones. Borrowing hoodies. Stealing bites of each other’s food.

One rainy afternoon, while hiding beneath the library entrance waiting for the weather to calm down, Mingi suddenly spoke.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Why weren’t you scared of me?”

You thought about it.

“Because… The first time I really paid attention to you…you were apologising to a cat because you thought you scared it.”

His cheeks turned bright red.

“You saw that?”

“I did.”

“I’ve never been so embarrassed.”

“I thought it was adorable.”

He looked away, smiling to himself.

“I think you’re the first person who’s ever looked long enough to realise everyone else was wrong.”

You reached over and intertwined your fingers with his.

“No.” He glanced down at your joined hands. “I think… I’m just the first person who actually wanted to know you.”

Mingi looked at your intertwined hands as if he couldn’t quite believe they were real.

Then, with that same smile that had first caught your attention months ago, he laced his fingers more securely with yours.

Perhaps everyone else on campus still saw the intimidating boy with the impossible rumours and permanent frown. But you only saw the man who rescued stray cats, quietly walked you home without asking for thanks, blushed when you teased him, and followed you around campus like the world’s gentlest lost puppy.

you and jongho had met late into university, meeting through mutual friends. neither of you could deny how quickly the two of you clicked with each other, or how charged the air felt after a few drinks. it was no surprise when jongho ended up in your dorm room, lightly teasing you as he fucked you until you could no longer form coherent sentences. at some point, you had lost count of the amount of bruises he left on you, and the amount of times you had cummed for each other.

the morning after the hook up, and a small discussion later— neither of you felt ready, or compelled really, to jump right into a relationship. the commitment of it all appealed to neither of you. instead, you proposed that you’d remain friends with benefits. jongho couldn’t argue with that, especially if that meant seeing you more than most people.

there were only two rules for your arrangement; no cuddling, and to have fun. other than that, anything else was fair game, even people knowing about it was on the table.

the last couple years have been filled with raunchy, and downright sinful texts, many late night escapades, and the two of you knowing the layout of each other’s home as if it was your own.

now, jongho was breaking the very first rule… you rest your head on top of his as he lays soft kisses along your collarbone.

this wasn’t the first time he’s broken the rule. it was slow, but steadily over the last year, he would stay a little longer, his friendly touches would linger, and he would look at you kind of… weirdly. almost as if you were something he couldn’t have.

which wasn’t entirely wrong. you were friends first, fuck buddies second. you enjoyed the friendship you shared— the hours you’d ramble on about a new interest, him playing league of legends and forcing you to watch, (he wanted you to feel included), and the karaoke nights you felt he was made for. it’s rare for you to jell so well with someone, and you’re afraid to lose that if you were to ever cross a line.

there were nights where he would jokingly ask if you had a partner yet, knowing that you’d still see other people from time to time. and when you’d say no, he’d look away for a moment before saying, “well, that needs to change. it’s a good thing you and i are both single..”

you push his arm playfully, laughing lightly in your tired state. he laughed, too, wearing a blush of his own. he was joking, of course, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of him was being sincere.

sometimes you played with the idea, though: imagining the two of you on dates together, going to couples only events, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

you stop your daydreaming when imaginary you says i love you for the first time.

you would shake your head at yourself, a little frustrated with how easily you let yourself get carried away.

even now, you shake a mental fist to yourself, as if telling yourself to get a grip. jongho makes you feel good in more ways than one, sure. but loving him… like that…? that felt almost too much for you to bare.

what a lively night tonight was: you had only been at the local bar for a few hours, and everyone seemed hammered. the music was loud, the drinks were constant, and the people were rowdy— it definitely felt like a saturday night.

you had came with your friends to let off some steam from an especially tiring work week. it seemed like each and every one of you were put through the ringer at your respective jobs. but it was finally the weekend! and you all planned to drink and dance to forget what’s to come monday morning (work! again!). you had been using the buddy system up until now, your buddy being spurred off by a beautiful stranger some time ago. you made sure to keep an eye on them, though, even in your buzzed state.

you were waiting for your drink of choice to be made, choosing to stay close to the bar. you drew little circles onto the wooden surface as you waited, your mind seeming to forget you had your phone to occupy you.

in this moment with yourself, you reflect on the last three hours; there were a few people you had recognized that came out tonight, none that you felt especially close to. there was a group of men that had came in sometime after you that had caught your attention. all of them were stupidly attractive— there wasn’t a single one of them that had you thinking otherwise. it felt impossible to witness, but you were suddenly grounded in reality when you recognized a few of them, especially jongho.

you had seen pictures of him with his friends, but seeing them in person? it had you staring when they first came in. when you still had a buddy, you had gone up to jongho to say hello, even chatting a little bit before parting ways. you had said polite hellos to his friends, although not staying long to chat. your focus had been on jongho, who seemed to fit in perfectly with such a beautiful group of men. sometimes you would try to find him in the crowd, finding him downing shot after shot with enthusiastic vigor. he was definitely in his element.

the bartender slides you your drink with a smile before moving on to the next patron. you just barely touch the glass before you feel a hand graze the small of your back. you whip around, an insult on the tip of your tongue before sighing and relaxing fully.

“god, jongho!” you punch his shoulder lightly before grabbing your drink, “if you were anyone else, i would’ve cussed you out!!” you laugh a little, still trying to shake off the spike of adrenaline that shot through you.

jongho holds up his hands defensively, laughing lightly with you, apologizing, “i thought you would! you looked like you wanted to slap me, actually.” he’s never seen you look like that before… he makes note never to do it again.. lest he be slapped.

he stands next to you instead, almost shoulder to shoulder with you, “did your friends abandon you, too?”

you scoff a little, yet unable to hide your smile, taking a small sip from your drink. yummy!

“no, they’re just… preoccupied, is all.” you say with a wave of your hand, now looking out into the sea of strangers. jongho follows it, elbows propping him onto the bar, “it looks like they’re with my friends…”

you chuckle softly, back resting against the bar. he was right— each one seemed to have found their handsome stranger. you chance a glance at jongho: even in the dark, you could see the rosey hue his neck and face have taken. you’re a bit surprised with how sober he seemed, but he’s always been able to take his alcohol well.

“what brought you over here, though?” you ask with a slight tilt of your head.

he shrugs a little, “i wanted to dance with you.”

you feel your face flush a bit, instantly deciding to blame the alcohol. “and you didn’t think to ask me like a normal person?”

jongho laughs heartily, as if that’s the funniest thing you’ve told him, “no, i actually thought of dropping down on one knee, taking your hand and asking ‘would you do me the absolute pleasure of entertaining me this fine evening?’” he muses mockingly, his voice twinging into a posh accent. you giggle with him, rolling your eyes a little, “if you did that, i’d definitely say yes.” you joke as you sip some of your drink.

jongho’s gaze on you narrows a little, then looks away with an almost devilish smile.

he swiftly plucks your drink from you, almost spilling it. before you protest, he takes a couple gulps from it before setting it back down on the bar, taking your colder hand in his and leaning in closer. “would you do me the absolute pleasure of dancing with me, ______?” even with the music blasting, you could hear the faint rasp in his voice. his eyes were eager, pupils blown wide. you almost crumple under his gaze— his intensity sending a shiver down your spine. you nod almost too fast, forgetting you had a drink in the first place.

jongho’s smile inches wider, now pulling you towards the dance floor.

once on the dance floor, a sensual, but upbeat song starts to play, instantly making you sway your hips to the music. you feel entranced into the beat as jongho stands across from you, his hand barely grazing your waist. your body moves on its own— sensually dragging your hands across your body with a newfound confidence. your eyes lock on jongho’s as he dances with you, matching your energy.

you knew he had moves, but it seemed like he was enticing you with how his body moved, inviting you to get closer to him…

by the end of the song, you were on each other— your back pressed to his chest as he stood behind you, hands running along your sides and the front of your legs with your hands settling on top of his forearms. you felt sexy— desirable with jongho. he was the only one who could bring this side out of you so easily. the alcohol definitely helped, though.

your dirty dancing continues for a few more songs before you finally grip the collar of jongho’s shirt, crashing your lips with his. you pull away, letting his bottom lip go from your teeth. your lips graze his ear when you lean in, rasping softly, “let’s go and take care of this,” you grind your thigh against his hard on, earning a low, surprised groan from him, “my place or yours?”

“mine.” he mutters back with a giddy grin you couldn’t quite see. you link your hand with his as he takes you off the dance floor, hooking your arm in his once you’re out the door of the bar.

his bedroom door slams open, the tangled mess of you two landing harshly on the bed with a bounce. jongho detaches from you to quickly shut the door while you readjust yourself on the bed. you were about to take off your outer layer of clothing until you were stopped, strong hands on your wrists.

“let me do it.” he says, but it comes out as a command. your hands settle on the bed as jongho starts peeling off your clothing. he was slow, and deliberate with each article, running his hands along newly revealed skin as if it’s a blessing that he’s seeing it.

you snort a little at his silent praise, “you’ve seen me hundreds of times jjong.. what’s so different now?”

he looks up at you with an unreadable expression. he almost looked.. serious.

“am i not allowed to appreciate your body?” answering a question with a question.. classic. his hand runs over a bruise he had left from a previous session, kissing it, “every part of you deserves to be worshipped. otherwise i shouldn’t be here.”

you blush, feeling the sincerity of his actions and words. your gut feeling was telling you that today would be different than the other times you two had sex.

once he had you down to your undergarments, he pauses, admiring your physique. you squirm, somewhat restless. jongho notices, humming out a chuckle as he gets off the bed to get on his knees, grabbing you by the hips and making you yelp a bit when he pulls you to the edge of the bed. “alright, alright, i’ll stop admiring your perfect self and just go straight into fucking you.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, his demeanor change throwing you for a loop. when he pulls down your underwear, you wonder what exactly has gotten into him. usually, he was meaner, and rougher with you. he’d call you all sorts of names and make you beg for his dick. even with the cold air causing you to shiver, you wonder what else jongho was hiding.

jongho’s tongue darts out, licking his lips at the sight of you. he squeezes your thighs before spreading them open to fit comfortably in between them. he hikes one over his shoulder as he spreads your lips open. he couldn’t help the groan that left him, sounding as if he was dying of thirst.

“goddamn, i missed your pussy.”

your thighs twitch, wanting to close but can’t. “you just saw it a few days ago.” you quip instead.

with his thumb, he swipes a stripe up your slit, “don’t care. i would eat it every day if you’d let me.”

your teeth catches your bottom lip as he seeps his thumb into your folds, making wide circles around your clit. you finally lay down, your hands tangling into his hair as his circles become more precise.

he knew just how to get you going— you moan softly, unintentionally bringing jongho’s head a little more forward towards your cunt. he lets out a warm laugh before teasing your entrance with his middle finger.

“you’re already so wet for me, ______. i could slip into you so easily.” was he talking about his fingers or dick..?

“then why don’t you?” you look down at him, trying to act nonchalant, but clearly trying to steady your breathing.

jongho smiles that gummy smile you’ve come to adore, although this one felt menacing.

“i like to take my time, baby.” the circles on your clit become faster, your back starting to arch off the bed. “but it’s also fun to watch you squirm.” he adds before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you, the base of his fingers hitting against you with a small bump.

“fuck— finally!” you’re almost relieved with the somewhat sudden change of pace. he fucked you with a strength you were familiar with, but never got tired of. you cry out and moan out his name as you grew closer to your climax, your legs starting to squeeze around him.

jongho leans in and flicks his tongue over your clit, giving it quick kitten licks as he drove his finger into you. it didn’t take much longer for you to unravel, feeling that familiar snap has you cum on his fingers. jongho laps up what he could, but continues to thrust his fingers into you.

you reach down, trying to push him away with a soft whimper, “that’s— it’s too much!”

unfortunately for you, he’s sturdy, and has no plans of stopping. in fact, he seems to be going harder, sucking on your swollen bud to entice another orgasm out of you.

the grip you had on his hair was sure to give him a headache later, gripping it as if it was a life line. he groans and grunts against your pussy, the vibrations from it bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

“c’mon, cum. i know my pretty baby wants to.” jongho briefly pops up to say before stooping back down, curling and pounding his fingers with a ferocity you hadn’t felt for a while. his pet names didn’t go unnoticed, either. it made your heart swell— it felt like you belonged to him, in someway. his kind praises almost felt better than his degrading ones.

almost.

“jongho, i’m gonna—!” you see stars as yet another orgasm is ripped from you so quickly. they dance in front of your eyes for a bit before fading away.

jongho takes the opportunity to finally pull out his fingers, licking his very well coated fingers. he unbuckles and unbuttons his pants, kicking them off with his boxers as he goes over to his night stand.

“no..” you call out weakly, shakily propping yourself up on your elbows.

he looks at you, almost concerned, “no?”

“it’s fine..” you mumble. it wasn’t like you to go without a condom, but tonight, you felt a little adventurous. you crawl over to him and tug at the hem of his shirt, “you forgot something…”

his worried look fades, returning to a more lighthearted one, “i was going to take it off,” he slips onto the bed, straddling your waist, “but someone stopped me.”

“i did not,” you huff up at him, the buzz of the alcohol and overall tiredness creeping into you, “i’m actually reminding you to take it off.”

jongho scoffs a little with a chuckle, “shut up and flip on your stomach.”

you let him shuffle down some before you flip over, ass up. jongho grins to himself— you weren’t even his, yet he’s trained you so well.

he gives your ass a resounding smack, a cry comes from you that immediately melts into a moan. this was the jongho you were used to seeing. he firmly grabs both cheeks, slapping the other with just as much force as the first. you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escapes you, now gripping at the bed sheets.

jongho smooths his hands over your ass, squeezing a few times before kissing its curve. he peppers kisses down your back and at the base of your neck, squeezing your ass still. he nips at your ear before muttering into it, “do you like it when i’m nice to you? when i treat you like royalty?”

his hand finds your folds once again, gripping your hip with the other, “or should i just use you as my cock sleeve? ‘nd make you beg for my cock?”

you shiver under him, despite the immense warmth you also feel. both sides of jongho were doing numbers on you. plus, it didn’t help that you were still buzzed, it being hard to make a sound decision. as your mind scrambles for an answer, jongho bites at the base of your neck, making you moan softly.

“..both,” you finally say, “i like both sides of you.”

he licks over the bite with a soft chuckle, “mm, my, aren’t you a greedy little thing.” he sits up, grabbing his dick and rubbing its tip along your slit, “if i didn’t know any better,” he presses the tip inside you, without warning, “i would think that you wanted all of me..”

you bite your lip, trying to suppress some of the moan that bubbled out of you. it felt like it took forever, but you were finally getting what you so desperately wanted.

“please.. jongho.” you beg, almost pathetically. “i need you— more of you.”

he lets out a soft groan, feeling you tighten around what little was in you. all he really wanted to do was pound into you until you couldn’t speak anymore— where the only thoughts you had were of him and how good you were making him feel. and, secretly, that you and him were meant to be together.

he grabs one of your cheeks as he pumps his tip in and out of you. “the ______ i know can beg a hell of a lot better than that.” he squeezes the cheek he’s holding, “beg like you mean it, ______.”

you couldn’t help but groan frustratedly, “god— jongho, you’re right there!!” you try and shimmy your hips down on him, but receive a smack in reply, making you wince. you feel tears pricking your eyes, your selfish need to be fucked senseless was overwhelming.

“please, please, jjong. i need your cock— your dick— you, i need you so, so bad! i’ve been so good, fuck—” you feel a sharp pain shoot through you before it fades into pleasure, nearly lurching forward into jongho’s headboard.

he bottomed out immediately, face absolutely flushed, but wore a proud smirk. there was no way anyone else was making you feel this good.

he lets out a satisfied sigh as you clench around him, adjusting to him. without a condom, he could feel how deliciously you kept him inside you, and the slickness of your walls.

jongho pounds into you at an ungodly pace, messily, but with power you felt you haven’t experienced in a while. you cling helplessly to the bedding as he uses you, consistently brushing up against your g-spot. your lewd sounds mixed with his, creating a synchronized harmony that neither of you had anticipated.

you force yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder— the sight of him has you clenching around him impossibly more: his typically well kept hair was jostled—messy beyond recognition, his skin glistening in a thin sheet of sweat, his right hand adorned with a watch grips your hip, while the other stays on your ass. you feel yourself arch your back more, your orgasm already building up to its peak.

before you could even announce that you were coming, jongho pulls out and flips you on your back. grabbing the back of your knees, he picks them up, and bends you into a mating press.

“hold them.”

you follow his command instantly, holding your legs slightly wider as well.

he settles his arms in between you, them being at both sides of your torso, then slips into you once again with practiced ease. your eyes roll back from the depth, at how delicious it was. his hips slammed into yours with such intensity that you were almost scared that he’d snap his bed in two. or, more importantly, you.

your grip on your legs tighten, moaning out jongho’s nickname loud enough for his neighbors to hear. he leans down, kissing your collarbone before going ‘fuck it’ and crashing his lips into yours. the two of you making out was messy and uncoordinated, but passionate without a doubt. it spurs him to go impossibly faster, exploring your mouth as he reaches down, pressing hurried circles on your clit.

this was so much— you almost can’t take it.

“jjong, i—“

“do it.” his voice sounding hoarse. “cum for me, baby.”

on cue, you cum, nearly screaming his name. jongho hastily pulls out, your name on his tongue as he cums all over your chest and stomach.

you go limp, and jongho wants to join you. instead, he rolls off of you, grabbing his boxers, “i’ll be right back, ______.” he reassures you with a smile before leaving the room.

you lay there, exhausted and somewhat dizzy. you weren’t sure why you didn’t want to use a condom, or why jongho was acting different, but you were glad that it happened.

jongho comes back a few minutes later, giggling softly at you.

“you look like a starfish..”

you turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowing but held no malice, “yeah, because someone shot their load on my chest! i didn’t want any of it to get on the bed.” you had tried to swipe up any droplets while he was away.

his smile softens, turning into an appreciative one, “how considerate of you..”

you huff, returning your gaze to the ceiling, “remind me never to be nice to you ever again.”

jongho pouts, coming over to you with water, snacks, and a warm, but damp hand towel in hand, “but, you were so nice for me earlier!”

you blush a bit, averting his gaze, “you shoulda thought about that before you called me a fish..”

he chuckles warmly, setting the snacks and water on the nightstand, starting to wipe you down with the towel, “you would be the best, most attractive starfish there ever was.”

you roll your eyes, pushing jongho’s shoulder playfully, “you play too much.”

“your reactions make it worth it.” he smiles, almost proudly to himself. you couldn’t help but scoff, grabbing the water from the nightstand.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to clean up and get cozied up into each other. you ate and drank all the snacks jongho brought, now cuddling, much to your dismay. jongho was persuasive, as always.

you got to be little spoon today, curling yourself up impossibly close to him. his arms wrapped around you: one wrapped around your waist, and the other under your head. he nuzzles himself into the back of your neck, sighing softly to himself.

“you okay?” you ask gently, the exhaustion finally settling in.

“yeah..” he mumbles into you, pressing a light kiss on the back of your neck

a moment or two passes by before he speaks up again, “hey, ______?”

“yeah, jjong?”

another moment passes before he whispers, “i love you.”

your eyes shoot open, sitting up and turning over to see a passed out jongho.

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