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ever since you were confirmed to join the group it changed your life. not just because you were the only female and it provided you with friends and a wonderful fan base full of great supporters but because it brought you so much happiness and comfort.

it didn’t feel overwhelming the way people warned you it would. it felt steady. like something clicked into place and stayed there. jiung was a main part of that ease that you felt.

nothing about your feelings was ever confirmed out loud. there was no moment, no confession, no line crossed. but the dynamic between you was so good, so effortless, that it almost felt intentional. whenever you were around each other, things just felt right and fell into place.

standing next to him felt calm. sitting near him felt grounding. like you could finally just be yourself without judgement. it was an interesting feeling especially being in the public eye.

you realized your liking for him early, which almost made it easier to ignore. you told yourself it was just comfort. just trust that you felt for him. just chemistry that was convenient for the group.

except the tension never went away. it would only grow.

in the way he’d look at you for half a second too long, then catch himself. in the way you’d feel his attention even when he wasn’t touching you, wasn’t speaking to you, wasn’t doing anything that could be called obvious.

you knew it was growing because you felt it. you felt it practically radiating off of his body.

that’s how you knew it wasn’t one-sided.

fans barely clocked it. and when they did, it was nothing. a comment here and there that disappeared into the void of social media.

@ soulkie: jiung and y/n look like a couple

@ seoblvr: is it just me or does jiung stare at y/n a lot

no likes. no replies. forgotten almost immediately.

you noticed them anyway. they stayed with you and clouded your thoughts on a daily bases. it had you wondering, would we be cute? do others see it? am i obvious?

it wasn’t until one comment went viral that everything shifted.

someone posted about a weverse live. not accusing. not dramatic. just pointing out that jiung had been staring at you—really staring—while you talked, like he’d forgotten the camera existed.

people rewatched. then they went back. not just back to the video. back to old stuff.

old lives. behind-the-scenes clips. rehearsals. moments no one had questioned before suddenly felt different when watched with intention. the way his attention always drifted back to you. the way you instinctively softened around him.

fans started speculating. quietly at first. then louder. it was questioned in interviews, the other members teased you both, and sure you both laughed it off but when it was just you two — things changed.

you felt it in real time, the way jiung would watch what he’d say, where’d he’d look, as if his eye would betray him and give something away — practically distancing himself from you.

it hurt more than you expected.

not because you wanted to be obvious. but because something unspoken had been acknowledged—and then immediately pushed back into silence.

then one day, more things changed. more like one thing.

it was shortly after rehearsal when everyone leaves slowly, one by one, until it’s just you and jiung in the practice room. the lights are dimmed. the air is still warm from hours of movement.

neither of you rushes to go.

you sit on the floor, back against the mirror. he stands for a moment, unsure, then sits across from you. close enough to feel him. not close enough to touch.

the quiet between you is heavy, but it’s not awkward. it’s familiar. it’s been waiting.

“i think,” he says finally, voice low, careful, “we both knew this would happen eventually.”

you stayed quiet for a second, your heart speeding up. “what do you mean?” you tried to act clueless.

he let out a breath. “don’t do that.”

you looked up for a second before loooking down. “do what?”

his eye flicked from your expression to his hands. “don’t act like you don’t know. like you’re not aware of how i feel about you.”

the confession. that was it, right there. what it took to completely change the dynamic between you two.

the room goes quiet in a way that feels intentional. jiung doesn’t rush to fill it. he seems to be choosing his words carefully, like he’s already gone this far and refuses to cheapen his way out.

“i didn’t plan to say it,” he continues, eyes fixed on the floor. “i’ve had this feeling since you joined. since it stopped feeling like work when you were around.”

you don’t interrupt. you felt you couldn’t. you needed him to speak.

“i told myself it was just comfort. that it made sense because we’re together all the time,” he says. “but then i started noticing how aware i was of you. how i looked for you without meaning to.”

his fingers curl against his knee, tension obvious. “and when people started pointing it out… it wasn’t embarrassing. it was terrifying. because it meant i wasn’t hiding it as well as i thought. it meant what i felt was real… and it scared me.”

he finally looks up. his expression is open in a way you’ve never seen before. “i don’t know when it stopped being just something i managed and turned into something i carried,” he admits. “but i know i feel something for you. i always have.”

your heart is pounding so hard it feels unreal.

for a second, you let the silence stretch. not because you don’t know what to say — but because saying it means there’s no going back.

then you speak. “i feel exactly the same for you.”

his breath catches. barely. but you see it.

you lift your gaze to meet his, steady now. “i’ve felt this way since i met you. i just was scared to say or even acknowledge it. afraid it was something forbidden.”

his shoulders drop, like something heavy finally set down.

“yeah,” he whispered. “i understand.”

nothing happens right away. no movement. no touch.

just the two of you sitting there, years of restraint settling into something real and acknowledged. it doesn’t fix anything. it doesn’t solve the complications waiting outside that room but it confirmed that it’s no longer about wondering. it’s about knowing how you feel for each other.

jiung though long and hard before getting up and sitting beside you. “you don’t have to be afraid anymore. whatever this is, whatever you want it to be, i’ll be it for you.”

you looked at him, into his eyes and sighed — weight lifting from your chest at his words. “you mean that?” you questioned.

he smiled looking down and intertwining your fingers together. nothing said, because his actions speak louder than words — and you understood.

you decided to accompany theo to his practice and you were sitting off to the side minding your own. one of the workers came up to you and made conversation — just talking to you, complimenting random things to the point where theo started to notice it. and he felt it was just a little too much.

you were being polite and said nothing crazy, but theo saw everything.

he kept catching it in the mirror — the way the guy laughed too loudly at your jokes, how he leaned a little closer than necessary when showing you something on his phone.

and every time, theo’s eyes in the mirror went sharp. he didn’t say anything though. didn’t even make a move to stop it. he was just quietly getting more irritated by the minute.

jaw clenching, shoulders tense, messing up counts because he was too busy watching you instead of the choreo.

but he never said a word. not even once.

eventually practice ended. the members left in pairs, calling out goodbyes. the assistant packed up too, giving you one last smile before walking out.

the door shut and you both were left alone.

silence. that’s all there was.

you turned back toward the mirror after saying bye to everyone and moved to grab your bag. that’s when you looked up and saw him behind you in the reflection — standing dead still, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“y/n,” he said, voice low, almost too calm. “come here.” he said quietly, fiddling with one of the wraps.

you turned, confused but knowing. “what? why—”

he didn’t raise his voice. he didn’t need to. he just tilted his head once. “don’t ask. just come here.”

you walked over, heart already picking up.

he stopped you with two fingers on your wrist, barely touching, but the hold was firm enough to make you freeze.

“you had fun today?” he asked, his hand moving up to brush your hair back behind your shoulder. his eyes dragging over your face like he was studying every reaction.

“oh. uh… yeah i was just talking—” he laughed under his breath. a short, cold sound that stopped you from continuing. “yeah. i saw.”

he stepped closer, standing behind you, both of you facing the mirror now. his hand came up to the side of your waist — not pulling you in, just resting there, enough to make your whole body heat. “look at you,” he said quietly, forgetting about his anger as he saw how pretty you looked. “god.” he whispered to himself.

you lifted your gaze to the mirror. he was staring right at your reflection, eyes dark. “do you know how many times i watched him touch you?” he murmured. “how many times i saw you smile at him?”

your breath hitched. he noticed. of course he did. his fingers tightened slightly on your waist. “and you didn’t even look at me once.”

you didn’t know what to say. you opened your mouth, but he spoke first — slow, controlled, every syllable cutting straight through you. “you enjoyed it? enjoy how he touched you?”

you swallowed harshly, feeling his breath feathering the back of your neck. “no.” you stated.

he hummed, “hmm.” his eyes narrowed before he spoke again. “why’d you let him.”

the way he said it… not begging. not asking. more like stating your impending doom.

he leaned in a little, jaw tightening in the reflection.

“if someone wants your attention,” he said, eyes flicking to the door where the assistant left, “let them try when i’m not in the room.” his hand slid from your waist to your wrist again, lifting it just enough so you’d face him fully.

“but not today,” he whispered. “today you’re with me.”

the room felt too small. too quiet. there was so much tension you felt like you could barely breath. your eyes grew more alerted, like you knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

then he smirked — that slow, mean one — like he’d finally said what he’d been holding in all practice. “good,” he said softly, “you’re listening now.”

his eyes searched yours. the silence was deafening as all he did was observe you. he looked from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes. “it was pretty rude don’t you think? how you forgot all about your boyfriend? as he was flirting with you?” he walked closer to you leading you to stumble a little before your back pressed against the mirror.

you gulped, “i wasn’t… i wasn’t trying to flirt back.” you muttered quietly earning a light chuckle from him.

his eyes narrowed. “really?” he said with a suspicious tone. that’s when he took your wait and roughly turned you around to face the mirror again. you put your hands on the mirror to stable yourself. “i don’t think so.” he said lowly dragging out his sentence.

he trailed his hands once again slowly and torturously down your body stopping at the waistband of your sweats. “i think i need to show you your place baby.” he said starting to kiss the side of your neck. your head fell forward slightly feeling the warmth of his lips and how it brought chills all over your body.

he looked at you with longing eyes before moving his gaze toward your body. his thumbs went under the waistband of your sweats and underwear, moving across your lower stomach before resting at your v line. “you’re so pretty how could you think you’re not mine, baby?” he purred.

you took a deep breath. “i- i am yours.” you stuttered nervously.

he raised his brows. “mm? then show me.”

your breathing picked up as he moved to slide down your sweats. he looked at you for approval and you nodded in response. he slid off your sweats before following with removing your underwear. he then slide his hands to the wrong of you and pressed his middle finger and ring finger on top of your clit.

he made sure to look at your response and then continue to stimulate you. he wasted no time picking up his pace while keeping his arm wrapped around you offering stabilization so that you wouldn’t stumble.

a string of small whines escaped your lips as he kept his fingers at a set pace. your legs shook as you leaned forward against the mirror trying to hold yourself. then when you were about to reach your orgasm he stopped.

he smiled in the mirror as he saw your exhausted look. he lifted your head up by your hair so you could look at yourself. “see? look how you are when you have just my fingers. can you take my cock baby?”

you gulped nodding frantically. “mhm, yes.” you whined, feelin your orgasm slowly fade away.

he tilted his head to the side while he unbuckled his pants and let his cock spring out, red and mad. “yeah? gonna be a filthy dirty girl for me?” he questioned.

you had no time to nod before he thirsted inside you with one full force thrust. you nudge forward, forehead leaning against the mirror.

he immediately started thrusting into you roughly, while a hand was in your hair and another gripping your hip. “so fucking wet and warm around me.” he grunted as his thrust kept coming full force. skin slapping echoed through the studio. “you’re such a dirty girl. flirting with another guy then turning and fuckin me after? fucking filthy.” he moaned again.

he couldn’t help but already feel his orgasm nearing and yours was easily coming back. your loud moans echoes through the studio as well, not phased by the chance others may hear.

theo didn’t let go of your hair and you loved it. you liked when he was soft but rough with you. it was your favorite version of him.

sooner than later, theo felt his cock twitch and him on the brink of an orgasm. “god y/n that’s it. so fuckin dirty for me. gonna milk my cock? i should give you a baby. let everyone know who you fucking belong to. who belongs to you. who you love.” he brushed back his sweaty hair. “you love me my pretty girl?”

your hair was a mess and sweat was dripping down your back. your hands made marks on the mirrors but none of that matter. “mhm! yes… yes tae— oh fuck! m’gonna…” you stuttered before your legs gave out and theo had to hold you.

he laughed, “go ahead baby. cum on my cock.” he moaned before he released his own juice along your walls. his thrusts faltered before he did one last one and stopped. his hands didn’t let you go so he just stood there head leaned against your back.

after he was done he lifted his head and placed a kiss on your shoulder. “my pretty girl. always so good for me.” he caressed your waist before fixing his clothes and helping you with yours. “you know i adore you right?” he questioned.

you looked down as he helps out with your pants. “of course i do.” you had a shy smile.

theo smile in return before pecking your lips. “good.” he whispered against them.

you always loved watching jiung perform — but this time? it hit you so hard you felt almost embarrassed by how fast your heart started racing. the way he can just do anything on stage and you’d be willing to do anything for him.

you were standing on the side of the stage, trying to act normal, but the second he stepped out under the lights, everything inside you flipped. he was smiling but it wasn’t soft — he walked out with that angry devious smile. jaw tight, eyes sharp, shoulders tense, waiting for the beat.

and god… he looked so good it actually made your breath catch. his whole aura brought goosebumps all across your body.

once the beat of this song dropped, he moved like he had something to prove. sharp, aggressive, every hit deeper than it needed to be. his brows stayed furrowed, lips pressed into that shit eating grin, chest rising and falling like he was fueled by the adrenaline.

every time he threw his head back or wiped sweat from his jaw, your stomach twisted. you kept pressing your thighs together without even realizing it. he was immersed, completely gone in the performance — and it drove you insane.

and then he looked at you. made eye contact and refused to be the one to break it. he knew what he was doing to you and of course, you let him.

his eyes flicked over mid-choreo, burning, intense, still in that confident persona — and for a split second, it was like he was performing just for you. like he could see exactly what he was doing to you.

you had to look away because it felt too direct. too intense. it was driving you insane.

when the concert ended, he jogged offstage, sweat running down his neck, breathing hard, still wearing that same fire in his eyes. the members slapped his back, cheering, but his gaze slid right past them and landed on you.

and that’s when your body moved before your brain.

you grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the hallway, not caring who saw. he let you — actually followed fast, like he knew exactly where this was going.

you pushed him into his dressin room closing and locking the door. you shoved him in and he braced a hand on the wall above your head, chest still rising quick, eyes still sharp from the stage.

“y/n,” he breathed, voice rough from performing, “what was that?” he grinned, playing innocent.

you didn’t even answer — and he smirked, just a little, like he already knew. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” he murmured, stepping closer. “couldn’t take your eyes off me?”

your chest was rising and falling, heart pounding. you licked your lips all of a sudden nervous. “don’t play dumb.” you said softly, your confidence slipping away slowly. he had a way with everything about him. just a small sentence made you crumble.

his thumb brushed your hip, slow, teasing. “what part got you like that, huh baby?”

he tilted his head looking down at you with a pretend pout. “tell me,” he whispered, voice low and deep from adrenaline. “what drove you crazy, hm?”

and he stayed right there, eyes locked on yours, looking every bit as dangerously hot as he did under those lights — only this time, he was all yours and he wanted to make that clear. “don’t be shy about it now. you brought me all the way here.”

his hands slightly trailed up the bottom of your shirt before leaning forward and pushing you further against the wall. “my shy girl. i’ll give you what you want. i know what you want.” he said before pecking your lip softly and seductively.

he held your chin, planting soft kisses on your lips before pulling you towards him then back against the counter in his dressing room. he pushed you up against the desk, before trailing the waistband of your jeans and underwear. “just tell me what you want baby. don’t be shy.” he whispered in your ear.

you were in his hands. you didn’t care what he did to you. you didn’t. you just wanted his hands on you. you wanted your body close to his. “just want you.” you said quietly.

what you said was like a switch in him.

immediately he took you by the waist and pulled you towards him, connecting his lips to yours. he waisted no time pulling your skirt down and moved your panties to the side. “gonna give it to you. don’t worry.” he groaned, as he pulled his boxers down. he felt how soaked you were and wasted no time.

he nudged your entrance with his cock and pushed in harshly, earning a moan from him and you. he thrusted into you hard, catching you completely off guard. “fuck!” you moaned, immediately grabbing onto his shoulders.

he laughed. “yeah, feel good? that’s my good girl. gonna make me cum so fast.” he said softly as the sound of your skin slapping together filled the air. “god you feel so fucking good.”

he gritted his teeth as he held your hips with an insane grip. your mouth fell open as the intense wave of pleasure kept coming. “ji, fuck— you’re…” you were lost for words. “you feel…” you gasped, “gonna cum.” your stomach was twisting and tightening until you couldn’t keep quiet.

your nails made their way under his shirt and clawed as his back. “fuck— feels so good. oh my god— gonna cum.” you moaned and before you knew it an intense wave of pleasure made its way through your body.

he leaned his head on your shoulder tensing as he felt his own orgasm hit him. “fuck yeah. give it to me baby. take my cock.” he mumbled.

at the end of both orgasms you both just sat still, trying to catch your breaths. jiung then looked up at you with a smile. “this how much you love when i perform? can i perform again for a round two?” he teased. “a little encore.” he then whispered while pulling out of you.

that’s when you stopped him. “need more.” you whimpered.

and that’s exactly what he gave you.

the fair is loud, bright, and full of motion. laughs coming from everywhere, colorful decor, and the smell of popcorn and funnel cakes filled your nose. but somehow, the only thing that kept his attention was you — and the way he keeps glancing at you like he’s trying not to get caught.

except you do catch him and it sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

you’re just holding a drink, adjusting your lip gloss in a tiny mirror, and when you look up… there he is. staring.

not in a creepy way — in that soft, vulnerable way, like he forgot for a second that you existed outside his thoughts. his eyes linger too long on your mouth, glancing at the shine, then flicking up to your eyes like he’s terrified you noticed.

and the moment your gazes meet pushed his heart straight to the bottom of his chest. it felt like it physically dropped. he physically jumped. he thought you didn’t see the jump so he looked away quickly — except the tips of his ears turn bright red, and then your stomach flips because oh… he’s nervous. you could tell.

you looked away as if you’d been the one caught. you were nervous, he was nervous, you both were nervous. and not just the “oh nervous for rides and this and that” no, the kind of nervous that means something.

he keeps being quiet after that. looking at the ground. fixing his hair. fiddling with his fingers. you talk, and he answers softly, but his voice feels strained — like he’s trying to keep something locked behind his teeth. like he’s trying to control himself.

you don’t know why, but your chest grows heavy with it. it gets worse on the ferris wheel.

when you get inside the little compartment, it’s warm. close. too intimate. the world outside shrinks as the wheel starts moving, and suddenly all you can hear is your own heartbeat and the tiny sound of jiung’s breath catching every few seconds.

you looked at how he sat, in front of you with no eye contact. you worried something might be wrong. maybe he wasn’t looking at you like that? maybe he regretted coming out with you?

he stares out the window at the lights, jaw tense, hands fidgeting in his lap.

you tilt your head, watching him. wanting to make sure everything was good. “you okay?”

he swallows. “yeah. i’m fine.” he said shortly.

you raise a brow, chills spreading throughout your body. god why are you so nervous? this is your friend. “you’re being quiet.” you mentioned quietly. shyly, not wanting to upset him further.

he hesitates. tries to speak. stops. tries again.

“nothing, i…” he stutters, voice tight. “it’s nothing.”

you shift closer, noticing how close you are when your knee brushing his. “jiung.” you hesitated.

and that one word — your voice, soft, gentle, worried — it breaks something in him. you see it just in time.

the way his shoulders drop. the way his breath hitches. the way he finally dares to look at you.

his eyes met yours — searching, nervous, full of something he’s been hiding all day.

and something in him snaps loose.

“you look really pretty today,” he blurts out, before he can stop himself.

your breath stills, more butterflies inhabiting your stomach.

his eyes widen — like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. but then something braver kicks in, something small and trembling and real.

“well — you look pretty every day,” he corrects softly, voice shaky. “all the time. i… well…” his cheeks are burning now.

“you’re always pretty to me.”

you freeze. you stared at him longingly, trying to figure out if he actually said what you heard or if you were hallucinating.

he exhales shakily, eyes darting between your lips and your knees and anywhere except your direct stare because he’s scared he’ll fall apart if he holds your gaze too long.

“i didn’t mean to stare earlier,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, “but you… you had lip gloss on and your lashes looked really nice and i just…”

his fingers twist nervously. his leg starting to bounce lightly. a billion thought were going through his head. he just wanted to tell you. tell you that he was nervous to hang out. to tell you that he tells his other members about you. to tell you that every waking thought and every dream he’s had involved you.

his leg continued to bounce and before he knew it, words spilled from his lips.

“i couldn’t stop looking.”

your heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

he keeps going — quietly, shyly, like he’s peeling his heart open one layer at a time. be just wanted to say how he felt. he had the courage, he was just thinking just do it.

“and then we got on this ride and it’s just… it’s just you and me up here and i can’t—” his voice cracks. “i can’t pretend around you anymore.”

you swallow, stunned, breathless, completely caught off guard.

he looks down at his hands, voice smaller. “i like you. a lot. more than i’ve ever liked anyone.” he inhales, shaky.

“and i’ve been trying so hard to act normal but today it was impossible. the way you are, the way you talk, the way you look, the way you smell, the way you laugh and— and the way you just carry yourself. i want to hold your hand all the time and be close to you. i want to be the one to put a smile on your face. i want to be the one that just gives you everything. i think about you all the time, yn. all the time.”

the wheel slows near the top, leaving you suspended above the fair — glowing lights below, quiet air around you, everything soft and still.

you turn toward him fully, your knee pressing into his, your voice barely a breath. you swallowed harshly, “jiung…“ you hesitated. “i like you too.”

his head lifts instantly and the relief on his face — god — it’s like watching a weight fall off his shoulders. his eyes soften, lips parting in disbelief, chest rising like he can finally breathe.

“you have?” he whispered, a deep breath filling his lungs.

you nod. “yeah.” you didn’t smile, too shocked at what’s going on at the moment.

he stares at you like you’re sunlight. like you’re water after thirst. like he’s been yearning so long he doesn’t know what to do with the ache easing in his chest.

“that’s… that’s good to hear.” he clears his throat.

both of you had a nervous look on your face but then jiung cracked a smile, bringing a tiny smile to your face. you bit your cheek and looked down nervously. “yeah.” you laughed breathlessly before looking up at him. “so what now?”

he pressed his lips together trying to suppress his smile. “whatever you want.”

you hesitated before moving over to his side, sitting right beside him.

he smile looking down at you. his eyes trailed all over, wondering how he met someone as beautiful and precious as you.

he took a deep breath before hesitantly brushing his hand over yours. when you don’t pull away, he lets his hand fully settle over yours. the way someone touches something they’ve wanted for a long, long time. like he couldn’t believe his eyes. like he finally got what he wanted. what he needed and yearned for.

you.

“just so fucking good for me.” soul moaned as you both made out on the couch in your living room. “you taste like heaven. you look like heaven. am i in heaven?” he questioned, his words a bit unintelligible because he didn’t want to not be kissing you.

your head rolled back as he moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking. then his mouth moved to your chest then toward your cleavage. his hands grasped at the thin tank top that made you look euphoric and pulled it down then immediately attaching his mouth onto your nipple. he sucked and swirled his tongue around it, groaning as he does.

he did that to both before looking up. “you’re so beautiful.” he whispered before kissing back up to your lips. “god i’m obsessed with you. obsessed with everything about you.”

your hands rested on his face before he pulled away. “gonna let me feel good? gonna make me feel good?” he said breathlessly.

you looked up at him before moving to place your knees on the carpet. you unbuckled his pants and pulled those and his boxers down to reveal his pulsating cock. you wrapped a hand but he paused. “mmm, wanna do sum else.” he mumbled. he looked at your bare chest and before he could even react, you pushed them together and placed his cock in between.

you then pumped him slowly and the facial expression he held — you’d never forget it.

“mmph— fuck yes. so fucking good.” his neck veins were prominent as he clutched to the couch. “gonna make me cum so quick baby.”

you kept your actions going, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. you could tell he was close he started having short fast breaths and his head fell the the side.

“fuck— mm, baby. just so fucking obsessed with you. god, thank god.” he mumbled before his dick twitched and he came all over your tits. “god, you’re so beautiful. fuck fuck fuck.” he whined, riding his orgasm out.

as he came down he had a lazy grin with low eyes. “you made me feel so good baby. so proud. now it’s my turn hmm?” he lifted up your chain to look at him. “mhm, that’s a good girl. that’s my good girl.”