✨StargazeStories✨

Warnings: use of nicknames (good girl, baby doll), oral (f/m receiving), dumbification, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), use of oppa once, finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” the sound of clinking silverware and side conversations screeched to a halt as you, rather loudly, questioned what you’d just heard.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought English was the one language you were familiar with. I said: ‘That’s enough, for now.’ I think it’s time for us to change to a more appropriate topic of conversation.” Johnny raised his eyebrows and pouted his lips as he belittled you. By this point, the rest of his group mates had fully stopped eating their breakfast to listen to the two of you bicker. Again. Each time the two of you started off, it got worse and worse.

“Hey, woah woah guys. Calm down. There’s no need-” Mark started, but you cut him off.

“Mark, I love you, but stay out of this.” You then turned your attention to the older brunet. 

“I may be younger than you, John,” you accentuated his name by poking a stainless steel chopstick directly at his nose bridge “but I don’t have to subscribe to this social hierarchy you’ve got going on here. And I don’t need to break a single letter of an NDA to make your life a living hell. So I suggest you watch your fucking tone.” You took one final swig of your drink before announcing your departure to the other members.

“Haechan, the meal was delicious. Thank you so much for the food!” You got up from your chair with your glass and plate in hand, smiling from ear to ear as you dropped your empty plate directly on top of Johnny’s, smashing his food. The *plop* of your empty glass sliding into his full cup of water was music to your ears. You could feel Johnny steaming like a tea kettle behind you as you walked off.

You didn’t always hate Johnny Suh. When you started working for the group, you thought he was very kind and you would give a light hearted laugh to his corny dad jokes. You liked that, as the oldest member of the group, he cared heavily for his younger members and took on the responsibilities as such. He was punctual, polite, and easy on the eyes. You didn’t start hating him until you overheard him saying horrible things about you. Two years ago, backstage before a performance at an awards show, you were relaxing with your back to the wall, listening to another group’s fiery performance. It was your first time backstage as an employee to the group, since you’d only been working with them for a few months. You could hear Mark, Johnny, and Jaehyun around the corner of the wall looking at videos on Mark’s phone.

“Yo! Did you see that New Girl meme?” Mark could barely keep it together, thumbs typing wildly to find whatever he was talking about. Since when was there a meme about you?

There was a moment of silence, assumedly so the three boys could look at the meme. Then, Jaehyun started laughing. Johnny made a sound of disgust, and your heart dropped as you heard, “that’s not even funny that’s just sad. Why does she think that looks good? Nah, she’s a fucking weirdo man keep that type of shit away from me.”

Your cheeks burned and tears welled up in your eyes. What picture did they see? You racked your brain thinking of anything embarrassing you could have forgotten to scrub from the internet before applying for this job.

“No it’s weird!” You heard Johnny continue. “She’s weird!”

You ran off to collect yourself before the three men could find out you were there. 

Cold water under the eyes helps to relieve the redness from crying. You’d read that somewhere. And as you splashed water on your face with shaky hands, you heard a message from your earpiece. 

“Incoming from backstage: Yongbok needs his mic off until the intro is finished. He’ll be doing heavy choreo and doesn’t want the mic to pick up his breathing. Repeat: Mic off for Yongbok until the first song begins. Over.”

You knew Johnny’s korean name was Yongbok, so you realized this message was a sign to get your butt back to work. You went to the wings of the stage, found the mic that said Johnny, and switched it from “auto” to “manual” so the audio technicians could control the mic volume from the booth. You then went to the booth to give the technicians the new rules. 

“Hi, I’m the manager for the next group. Mic number 2, Johnny, needs to be off during the intro, then turned back on for the song.” You gave the best smile you could, despite your heart still feeling like it had been punched out. You then turned on your heel and left, not seeing the confused faces of the audio technicians as their eyes sped over the performance schedule for your group. If you’d stayed just a moment longer, you would have heard the two men question,

“But…the next group doesn’t start with an intro…they just start with a song.”

“Do you mean mic off for the first song, and on for the second?” The other man turned to ask you, but found you were already gone. By then, it was too late. Headsets had been put on, the boys were in position, and the MC was counting down to return from commercials. 

The technician switched off Johnny’s mic.

Johnny’s words were still tumbling through your mind as you sat in the backroom to watch the performance. You had a bad habit of chewing on your nails when you were nervous or upset, and your thumbnail was getting seriously nubby. You heard the MC introduce your group, and the tell-tale record scratch of Walk started with Johnny, unfortunately, not able to be heard. You popped up off of the couch. Your head was swirling in confusion. Why did they ask for his mic to be off if he has the first line in Walk? You hit your headset immediately.

“Question: can we turn on Johnny’s mic? Someone? Quickly? Over?” you were breathing heavily and pacing, much to the annoyance of the other managers in the room. You could feel their stares and hear their whispers. The chorus began with Johnny’s voice unable to be heard. The crinkle in his brows betrayed the stage presence he so confidently displayed- he was infuriated. 

“Audio here. We were told to turn it off for the intro, and on for the song. We weren’t sure what that meant. Over.”

Another voice chimed in. “Yes. That was for Yongbok. Over.” 

There was silence as you processed. How could someone have messed this up? You spoke again: “Yes I told them that, but Johnny starts out first. Why would you need his mic muted? Over.” 

There was silence again, and snickers from the room you were in. The next words you heard almost killed you. The voice spoke slowly, carefully, and calmly. Like they were coddling a toddler.

“Yongbok is Felix….from Stray Kids… Johnny is Youngho. Over.”

You fainted.

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When you came to, a group of medical workers were standing over you, cold instruments touching your body in random places. A sweet, experienced manager from another group was kneeling next to your head and fanning you with a hand fan with some random 2nd Gen group on it. The look on her face was sympathetic as she smiled down at you. Mark was at your feet, looking increasingly worried. You waved everyone away as you sat up, slowly, grabbing the water bottle that had been thrust in your direction from an anonymous hand.

“What happened?” you asked no one in particular. The crowd began to disperse as the medical workers deemed you were healthy enough to continue without their assistance.

“You fainted.” The female manager placed a caring hand on your shoulder as she prepared you, and herself, for her next words.

“It’s ok. We all make mistakes. Better to get the big one out of the way up front, though, right?” She gave you a toothy grin that did nothing to dispel the swirling in your stomach as the memories came flooding back. You fucked up. Majorly. 

“Yeah and it’s alright because one, his mic got turned on pretty quick and two, now everyone knows we don’t lip sync!” Mark piped up, still squatting at your feet. He took hold of both of your ankles and gave them a hearty shake, his genuine smile making you feel a little better. The woman and Mark helped you to your feet and onto the couch. Allowing you to wallow in your sadness for the remainder of the event.

“Oh but,” Mark turned on his heel to face you again, “I’d…avoid Johnny for a bit? He’s really pissed. I’ll try to run interference but, no promises. Sorry.” 

Johnny. Johnny fucking Suh had the right to be pissed at you for a mistake when he’d said that foul shit about you behind your back? 

You know what? That poseur deserved to have his mic cut off. Fuck him. I’d do it again. You thought to yourself, nursing the spot on your head that must have made contact with the ground pretty hard when you lost consciousness. I will never forgive you for that, Johnny Suh. You’re on my shit list.

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“Dude it was a mistake! Anyone could have made it!” Mark tried to keep up with his taller senior on the way back to the dressing rooms, but Johnny’s anger fueled his long legs.

“A mistake my ass. I told you all she wasn’t ready. You all vouched for her, and I get the short end of the stick. She will never be head manager again as long as I have something to say about it.” Johnny spoke through clenched teeth and pursed lips, pulling headsets and jewelry off and slinging them onto the nearest counter. The tension in the room was palpable, so everyone worked silently to end the day. Johnny, on the other hand, was concocting a new plan.

You know what? That idiot girl probably cut my mic off on purpose. Fuck her. I will never forgive her for that. She’s on my shit list. I’m going to make her life a living hell.

Any time you were forced to work with Johnny after the awards show incident, you ensured you brought your A-game, and your worst attitude. His clothes would fit perfectly after you poked him with every pin during measuring. His outfits would be spotless, and freezing cold, like they had “accidently” been left on top of the air conditioning. His lunch would be his favorite meal that you knew made his stomach hurt so he’d have to choose between eating, or putting on a good show. Johnny knew what you were doing, and he was sick of it, but he was just as petty.

Outfits would be left in places clearly too high for you to reach. Spills would occur minutes before curtain, leaving you literally sprinting to find a resolution. Lunch would be ordered from the one restaurant you disliked. 

FUCK were you sick of Johnny. And on top of him being an overall pain in the ass at work, budget cuts meant you had to live with him too. 

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That’s how you ended up waltzing away from Johnny and the rest of his team after smashing Johnny’s food with your plate. You headed to the shower, hoping the cold water would cool off your hot attitude. Johnny really thinks he’s the shit just because he’s an international superstar. Would the ladies still love him if they knew he slept with a hello kitty night light? Maybe you could leak that somehow, you thought as you removed your clothes and stepped into the shower. The rings of the shower curtain clinked and clanked as you slid the curtain closed. You let the cool water run over your hair, shoulders, and felt it plop against your toes. You sighed heavily as that familiar feeling in your stomach crept up. Why does Johnny make you so nauseous? And why does that nausea feel more like…heat in your core? Johnny and his long stupid legs, and his perfect silky hair and his plush pink lips and big biceps and veins pulsing down his arms to his long, strong, perfectly manicured hands and- fuck. You pull your hand from between your legs. Why the fuck am I thinking about that asshole like that? He called me gross. He said I was weird. You opened your shampoo and gave it a small squeeze, just to fill the air with that delicious vanilla scent before you poured a goop into your hand. You were incredibly lucky you had that odd idiosyncrasy, because the vanilla scent never came. Instead, a sulfuric stench wafted into the air and burned your eyes. You scrunched up your face, then brought the goop in your hand to your nose for a formal sniff. 

Holy. Fuck. You recognized that smell. It was fucking NAIR. Fucking hair removal cream in your shampoo. In your expensive ass shampoo. Johnny was going to pay for this. It’s one thing to turn your laundry pink, it’s another to unplug your phone from your charger so it died, and the alarm didn’t go off so you were late to work. The final straw was fucking with your expensive shampoo.

You slammed the water off, slung the shower curtain back, and went to grab your towel. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t there. Neither was the pile of your discarded clothes. In fact, any item you could have used to cover your cold, wet, naked body, was missing. 

You didn’t even care as you burst out of your bathroom and stomped into the living room, where the boys were chatting mindlessly, waiting for their next assignment.

“JOHNNY FUCKING ASSHOLE SUH.” You screamed, dripping wet, not making any attempt to cover your body.

Everyone whipped their heads around, then quickly averted their eyes (except Yuta, of course. He just smirked and nodded approvingly).

“Where the FUCK are my clothes? Huh? Is this what you wanted? To see my weird, gross body?” You stomped right up to Johnny and pointed your wet finger in his face. You expected a quick, witty retort, but instead, you got Johnny, mouth agape, frozen on the couch. His eyes were locked on yours, but you could feel he was struggling to keep them there. 

Johnny swallowed hard. “W-what?” was all he could muster as he spent all of his energy looking at your glossy eyes, and not at your soaking wet frame.

“Where. Are. My. God. Damn. Clothes?” You accentuated each word with a poke of his chest. His eyes followed your finger, then slowly raked up your naked body. He took in the curves and valleys, your bikini wax, the perkiness of your tits, your heaving chest, and finally, your irate expression. Seeing your anger directed at him gave him the familiarity he needed to bring back the wit.

“I don’t know, Y/N, maybe Yongbok has them?” Johnny smiled sweetly, but his eyes betrayed him. He was affected. 

Before you could respond, Taeyong jumped up and covered you with a fuzzy blanket. He screamed at both of you- “This has gone far enough! We’re sick of the two of you arguing and pranking each other. You two need to get it together, and fast. You know what? Mandatory family movie night. TONIGHT.”

Everyone groaned. Including you. You gave Johnny one final sneer, then grabbed the blanket tight around you, spun on your heel, and stomped away. 

When you made it back to your room, you cried. You shook in anger and fear and shame. You were naked in front of a room full of your employers. What the fuck. You were definitely going to be fired. You crawled under your sheets, not bothering to put on any clothes, and tried to sleep.

“Johnny. Seriously. It happened two years ago. You’ve got to get over the mic thing.” Yuta said coolly, as he flipped through the TV channels.

“I have. I got over that almost immediately. It was the fact that she just loved pushing my fucking buttons. I don’t know why she hated me but I can hate her ass right back.” Johnny responded, crossing his arms in a huff. 

“She doesn’t hate you, ding-dong.” Yuta spoke like he only half way cared about finishing the conversation. “She thinks you’re hot as shit. She’s tryna keep from humping your leg.”

“Huh!?” Mark questioned. “No way dude. I saw her put a needle in his collar once so it would stab his neck if he looked down!” Mark was animated in his dissent.

Yuta just raised an eyebrow, knowingly. “Yeah. And Johnny’s the little boy that sits behind her in class and pulls her pigtails.”

“Woah woah woah. I do not like that…woman. I don’t like to call women the b-word but she’s getting pretty close.” Johnny jumped up in defense.

“Mmhmm.” Yuta effectively shut down the conversation.

“Fuck you all. I’m going to take a nap. I can’t stand you guys.” Johnny left his members before they could begin goading him over his supposed crush on you.

Johnny laid down on his bed, hands crossed behind his head, headphones blasting whatever playlist. He just wanted to chill. He looked over at his closet and saw your clothes and towel he’d swiped while you were in the shower. 

Ugh. He thought. That was childish. I should be nicer to her. 

Johnny closed his eyes and let the music take him away. That was a big mistake. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was your silhouette. Your right hip poked out a little more than the left, your hands in the dips of your hips. Johnny’s memories became clearer. Your hair dripping onto your shoulders, one drop traveling down to the tip of your hard nipple, hanging as a droplet, begging to be released from the tension of your body. Johnny moaned as his imagination ran wild, his playlist betraying him with one of his more sensual favorites. Half asleep, Johnny saw your naked body stomping towards him, tits bouncing, soaking wet. His breathing got faster as his imagination allowed you to straddle him. Your lips looked inviting, plump, as you pushed him flat on the couch, caging his head with your hands. Your bare nipples inches from his chest, you began to grind on him. Johnny stirred from the lack of real, physical contact, but as he drifted into sleep, Johnny’s dream continued. Dream-you moaned into Johnny’s mouth as you sped up your movements on his clothed cock. You tasted like vanilla. You kissed Johnny deeply as you slid him inside you. You were warm, fuck you were so warm. Johnny stirred even more in his sleep, cock growing harder as he imagined you bouncing on him, pleasuring yourself using his body. In Johnny’s dream, you had pigtails. He pulled them hard, and you fell down into his mouth again. He tasted all of you, vanilla overwhelming his senses as he came hard. The feeling of wetness yanked Johnny from his fantasy as he realized how wet his dream really was. 

“Goddammit.” Johnny muttered as he sat up in the darkness. His playlist had long ended, and hours had passed. It was time for movie night. Johnny took a moment to collect himself as he realized Yuta was right. He wouldn’t let Yuta know this, of course, but that wet dream had him viewing his relationship with you in a different light.

You woke, dry and confused, in the darkness. You tapped at your phone to check the time only to see a text from Yuta.

Utah: movie night. Get up hoe. And put some clothes on this time B)

The day came rushing back. The argument, the food, the shower, the clothes, naked. You were pissed. Johnny had no right to think your body was weird. It was your body. You were going to show him just how sexy that body could be. You grabbed your tightest tank top and shortest shorts and pulled them over your body. You sprayed your favorite perfume, put on a little lipgloss, and tousled your hair for a “oh this? I woke up like this!” look. You pushed out your tits and went to the living room.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you’re on time. We’re watching Fifty Shades of Grey. Yuta chose.” Mark patted the seat next to him on the couch. Yuta walked up behind you and lightly smacked your butt. When you turned to lightly chastise him, he winked and sat down next to Jaehyun. Johnny (who had cleaned himself up after his little…incident) walked in with Jungwoo. 

“Come sit Jungwoo!” Yuta grabbed his arm as he walked by, obviously heading toward you and Mark. That left Johnny the seat next to you. You both shot Yuta a look that could kill, but Yuta was immune to it. Johnny sat slowly next to you. The smell of vanilla made his cock twitch slightly.

“Let’s just try to get through this, yeah?” Taeyong said defeatedly as he turned off the lights. Yuta started the movie. As the movie progressed, you could only roll your eyes as you could sense all the boys shifting in their seats, pillows over crotches. You were kind enough to share a large blanket with Mark and Johnny. The blanket allowed the two of them to hide how the sexy scenes affected them. The raunchy scenes were definitely getting to you too. But the pornographic nature of the movie had you, once again, rolling your eyes. You scoffed one too many times at the corny dialogue when Johnny finally spoke up. 

“What, you think this is unrealistic? Just because no one’s ever made your toes curl doesn’t mean other women haven’t.”

“Stuff it, Suh, this isn’t realistic at all.” you retorted, louder than you meant, causing some angry side eyes.

“Oh yeah? And how would you know? Today was probably the first time you showed more than an ankle to a man.”

“Sorry just because you think my body is weird, doesn’t mean other men do.” At this, you turned to face Johnny.

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t think about your lame ass body.” Johnny sneered.

“Right. Like you weren’t about to bust out of your pants when my tits were in your face this morning. ‘Uh-wh- uh what’?” You mocked Johnny.

“Oh you wish I had that reaction to you, baby doll. You’re not woman enough for me.” Johnny turned to you, barely letting you finish your sentence. 

If the two of you had stepped outside of your bubble, you would have seen Yuta pause the movie, pearly white teeth showing as he grinned. You would have heard Taeyong groan and put his head in his hands. But you didn’t hear. You kept poking at each other.

“I bet your little dick couldn’t even make it inside me before you busted, Suh. You’re out of practice. When’s the last time you got some? When Hyolyn put her hand on your shoulder at Inkigayo?” You threw the blanket off your legs to stand up.

“Fuck you I don’t need sex like you, fucking sex crazed weirdo.” Johnny leapt up as well. 

“Because you can’t get any. No one wants a 6 foot, muscular narcissist to be a two-pump chump and not satisfy her.” “You’d be screaming if I even let you have my pinky. You’d be begging me to let you cum when I was finished with you.”

“I’d be screaming because I wouldn’t let you touch me with a 20 foot-” you didn’t get to finish your retort because Johnny grabbed your face and kissed you. Hard. Your body responded before your brain did, but you didn’t stop yourself when you felt your tongue sweep over Johnny’s. You didn’t stop when he grabbed your ass to grind your body into his, in fact you lifted your leg so you could get impossibly closer to his already half hard cock. You moaned deep as your fingers tangled in Johnny’s soft, brown hair. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he walked you to his bedroom. His lips never left yours, even as he closed the door behind him with his foot, even as he placed you gently, but quickly onto his bed. He kissed your neck, your chest, between your breasts, and down your torso before coming back up and kissing your lips again. 

“Fuck,” he breathed into your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

“Shut up and fuck me, Johnny.” you responded, half out of breath, chest heaving with want.

“Patience, baby doll. You talked big shit back there. Let’s see if you can handle me.” Johnny looked at you with lidded eyes as his hand snaked under the band of your shorts. He made quick work of finding your clit and making light, slow circles. He continued to kiss you, but let out a small chuckle as you moaned into him. You bucked your hips and grabbed Johnny’s wrist, attempting to give yourself more relief, but Johnny was strong.

“Baby, baby, baby you gotta be patient.” Johnny said in an endearing, yet condescending tone. 

You pulled down your shorts and kicked them off of your body, stopping Johnny from the mindless humping he was doing against your thigh. You pulled your legs up to your chest and held your thighs to keep them in place. Johnny bit his lip, aroused, and moved his hand to your soaked opening.

“Fuck baby look how what you are for me.” Johnny wasted no time pushing two fingers into you and curling them up, starting a brutal pace fingering you while sucking on your neck.

You moaned loudly, eyelids fluttering. Johnny continually hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. 

“That’s right baby, let me hear you. Say my name.” Johnny muttered against your neck. You obeyed, moaning his name, and your reward was a pinch to your nipples. Johnny moved from your nipples to your tits. He sucked and squeezed each one like it was his job; paying extra attention to what made you clench around his fingers. Johnny was making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, but you weren’t going to let him “win” perse. You quickly shoved him out of you. Surprised, Johnny leaned back onto his heels and cocked his head at you. You reached for the band of his sweatpants and Johnny immediately knew what you wanted. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sweats, and laid back on his pillows, smirking.

“Show me what you got baby.” His voice was low and he cupped your face in one of his large hands, opting to put the other behind his head. You lick your lips and keep eye contact with Johnny as you squeeze the base of his cock. He’s already leaking, so you squeeze a little more out to lubricate his dick. At this, Johnny sucks air through his teeth and bites his lip again. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, and then take Johnny in his entirety. Johnny’s head falls back and he moans deeply. 

“(Y/N), fuck, just like that.” You slowly bob up and down, letting the spit and precum fall out of your mouth. You increase your speed, faster and faster, twisting your head slightly as you go up and down. He looks down at you and you stare in his eyes as you deepthroat him. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down, cupping his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his thighs. Johnny lightly places his hands on your head and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth. You can tell he’s getting close and remove him from your mouth with a pop. Johnny is breathing heavily now. 

“Fuck patience. Get on your knees.” Johnny growls, grabbing your hips and shoving your head into the pile of pillows at the top of his bed. He lines himself up with your entrance as you arch your back and wiggle your ass in anticipation. Johnny pushes himself into you slowly, groaning deeply and letting his head fall back in ecstasy. 

“Fuck you’re tight. Just as I imagined.” Johnny was quiet, but you heard him.

“You imagined this, huh?” You pushed back to take more of Johnny’s thick cock.

“Yeah, I imagined fucking you obedient. So you’d finally shut up and be a good girl.” Johnny accentuated ‘good’ and ‘girl’ with two deep thrusts, and continued that slow, hard pace. As he thrusted forward, you pushed back to meet his pelvis with your ass. The lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room along with a mix of your moans, and Johnny cursing. Johnny drilled into you hard, gripping your hips so hard he left little crescent moons from his fingernails in your skin. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me now? Huh?” Johnny asked.

You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t think. You never thought you’d be the type of girl to go dumb on a dick, but you did.

“What was that baby doll? I can’t hear you.” you could feel Johnny smiling hard behind you.

“I’m…I’m gon- fuck I’m…” you tried your best to answer his question, but each thrust up into your g-spot turned your brain mushier and mushier.

“Uh-wh-what?” Johnny mocked you like you’d mocked him not 10 minutes earlier.

“Immabbeagoodgirl” you mumbled out as fast as you could.

“That’s it baby let Johnny take care of you.” Johnny responded, never faltering from his brutal pace. He reached around your hips and found your clit, this time pressing hard and moving quick. He cried out as you began to clench around his cock due to the overstimulation.

“I’m gonna-” you started, but your vision left you, and that familiar feeling started heating up in your core.

“I got you, baby doll. Cum all over my cock.”

You obeyed, letting out a deep, guttural moan. You let your body go limp and your eyes cross as you came. Your toes curled and your legs shook and you couldn’t stop Johnny’s name from slipping from between your lips. 

Johnny fucked you through your orgasm, waiting for you to finally exhale as a sign of completion. 

As you came down, Johnny pulled out of you and slowly flipped you over. He pushed your thighs up and lined himself up again. He pushed himself deep inside you again. This time, though, he pressed his forehead against yours and stared deep in your eyes. He took both of your hands and put them up above your head, interlocking his fingers in yours. Your pussy was fluttering from an amazing orgasm, but locking eyes with Johnny had your heart fluttering. Johnny started fucking you again, fast and hard, chasing his orgasm. His breath was ragged and his pupils were blown. You still had one last chance to be petty, and you took it. You bit your lip and blinked up at Johnny and asked in your sweetest, pettiest voice, “Oppa, are you gonna cum deep inside me?” 

Johnny’s eyes closed tight as he cursed you angrily, “aww fuck you, you did that on purpose.” His thrusts sped up, faltered, and he stilled inside you, groaning long and deep as he spilled inside of you. He lingered a while, enjoying the warmth and closeness, before pulling out of you. Your heart ached for a split second- how is he going to treat me now? I’m his employee, technically! Oh gosh this was a terrible idea. Stupid. Your thoughts raced as you watched Johnny get up from the bed and head to the bathroom. To your surprise, he returned with a warm washcloth and began cleaning you up, wiping his release from between your legs. 

“Go pee.” he demanded. You obeyed. When you returned to the bed, Johnny had your underwear and a t-shirt of his laying out for you to wear. You donned the clothes, and sat down on the edge of the bed, mentally preparing yourself to give a long spiel about “what this means for the two of you”. Before you could begin, Johnny grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, cuddling you.

“I’m really sorry I stole your clothes and towel. And I’m sorry I put nair in your shampoo. And i’m sorry for being a raging asshole to you for all these years.” Johnny mumbled into the crown of your head as he squeezed you closer into him.

“I’m sorry I put pins in your clothes, and switched all your fat-free snacks to full fat, and was a raging asshole to you for all these years.” you admitted.

“Wait, you what! Is that why I keep gaining weight!?” Johnny pulled back slightly to look at you, mouth hung open in offense.

“Hey, that’s what you get for saying I’m weird as shit and I don’t look good.” You poked Johnny’s chest as you retorted.

“There you go again with that “weird” shit. When did I EVER say that?”

“Remember the day I messed up your mic?” “How could I forget?” Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Well I overheard you and Mark and Jaehyun looking at some picture of me. You said, verbatim, ‘That’s not even funny, that’s just sad. Why does she think that looks good? Nah, she’s a fucking weirdo man keep that type of shit away from me.’” the corners of your mouth tugged downard and that familiar lump in your throat crept up, but you pushed it down when you saw pure confusion on Johnny’s face.

“And I was talking about you?” Johnny’s eyebrows scrunched together, and you could see the wheels turning as he went down memory lane.

“Yeah. Mark said it was a meme of the new girl.” you pouted, ashamed.

“Holy fuck. Wait. Holy fuck.” Johnny let go of you for a moment to roll over and grab his phone from his nightstand. He typed, scrolled, typed, and scrolled some more until he finally sighed, as if defeated.

“Y/N. Did Mark say ‘a meme of the new girl’ or did he say ‘a New Girl meme’?” Johnny questioned, turning the screen towards you. A gif of Zoey Deschanel flashed across the screen. “Don’t tell me the past two years you’ve been pissed at me for a misunderstanding.” Johnny stared at you, unblinking, trying to hold in his laugh.

This entire time, you were so self-conscious about your new job, you inserted yourself into something that had nothing to do with you, and you missed out on two years of friendship with Johnny. 

“Oh…oh my God i’m so embarrassed. I’m so sorry Johnny. I-” you halted as the dots connected. “Wait…I was mad at you for a misunderstanding, but you were actually mad at me for my mistake!” You poked Johnny’s chest for the umpteenth time.

“Hey hey hey, this is about you fucking up. Not me being rightfully mad! But for the record, I got over that pretty fast. I even went to talk to you about it, but you gave me such an icy stare, I figured you didn’t want to relive that moment. Then you started being mean, so I matched your energy.”

You buried your face in your hands, “I’m an idiot, aren’t I.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head, “yeah. You are.” He smiled sweetly as you playfully hit him. The two of you laughed to yourselves, simultaneously excited to tell the group of boys in the living room how the two of you made their lives a living hell for the past two years over a misunderstanding.

“So….” you started, “You wanna go again?” You asked, looking up at Johnny.

Smiling, Johnny responded sweetly,