“Would you all be willing to perform as a group for the opening and closing of the final shoot? It would really be nice to have you all perform seeing as the comeback has been confirmed and many of the contestants and viewers are fans of yours, don’t you think?” one of the producers of the show mentioned during the final meeting you would all be having regarding formal briefings.

You blink –once, twice– before sitting up and looking directly into the producer's eyes, “Did Wooyoung put you up to this?”

“Huh?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. It is no secret that your boyfriend regularly made appearances at the live shows where the different groups of the week were performing for the public. It had become a game among veteran fans and newer fans of yours to look through the crowds to find Wooyoung, both in person and in the scenes of the episode. Not that Wooyoung seemed to mind since he would immediately start fanboying with your fans, shouting lyrics and fanchants alike at the top of his lungs all while coming up with choreography on the spot.

“Well…he didn’t ask but he somehow did get viewers to band together and ask for it. But that’s besides the point. Would you guys be willing to perform?”

Giving a nod and a promise to solidify the performance once all of your groupmates agree, the meeting ends and each of you are free to go for the evening. Small talk with the other mentors ensues as you all leave the conference room before going your own way for the weekend. Once inside your car, you let out a sigh as you looked at your phone for the first time all evening and sent a quick text to Wooyoung saying you were on your way home.

~~~

The smell of food instantly hit your nose as soon as you opened the front door of your shared home, making you smile and chuckle as you heard your stomach growl.

“Someone’s hungry,” Wooyoung greeted. “Did they not feed you at the meeting?”

“Just some little appetizers but nothing filling for how long the meeting was.”

He nodded, “Well, good thing the food pretty much just got here.”

Toeing off your shoes, you followed him into the house and hummed in delight once you saw the food already on the table, waiting to be devoured. You told Wooyougn about the meeting in between bites, something that clearly grabbed his attention as he got excited about the group performance you were talking about.

“You guys have to do it,” he interrupted. “You guys have to do it. You can’t tell me and then don't do it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, promising him that you would send them a text in the morning to discuss the performance. Finishing dinner, you both mess around whilst doing your nightly skincare routines before calling it night…or at least trying to before Wooyoung got a bit cheeky.

~~~

“We’re gonna be late!” Wooyoung shouted at his group members who were practically dragging their feet inside his home. They had all agreed to meet up at his house, something Wooyoung was starting to regret having them all meet here due to the foolishness he was seeing that was making them run late. “If we’re late, I will never forgive any of you!”

Nichkhun threw his head back and laughed as he tried to get Junho and Taecyeon to stop trying to arm wrestle –lest it cause another broken arm and then they’re really late. Minjun was busy checking his hair in a mirror and Changsub was standing by the door, probably more annoyed that they hadn’t left already than Wooyoung. 

Bickering, they all left, cramming into an awaiting SUV as they made their way to the venue making guesses about what the setlist could possibly look like. Once they arrived, they were quick to flock towards the awaiting fans who were just as eager to see your group perform. The eagerness, however, quickly turned into teasing as they saw Wooyoung arrive. That teasing became a frenzy as people took pictures of him and with him, wanting to prove that they had found your boyfriend in the crowd way before he was even recorded by any of the cameras.

As they mingled around the crowd, they all took note of the way everyone already present was buzzing with excitement and barely contained anticipation for the performance that was to come. More and more fans started entering the area and before long, the lights began to dim symbolling the start of the show. When the first strums the guitars began the cheering started immediately and did not end until the end of the entire set.

From your spot on the stage you had a perfect view of him in the crowd singing every single lyric and fan chant simultaneously. His energy seemed to spread to the immediate people around him, spreading further and further and further and further— Chansung caught your eyes next, a knowing look on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows, having seen the look that crossed your face as soon as you had seen your love. And judging by the looks on not only the looks on the other members’ faces, but also some of the fans who stopped their fan chants to make faces akin to those people make when they’ve seen something so adorable their muscles are no longer being controlled by their brains before continuing after giving the people closest to them looks.

Just as you’re about to leave the house to meet your friends, you’re stopped in your tracks when you notice a small present on the floor in front of you, labeled with your name and signed off with just ‘Secret Admirer'.

Confused, you slowly pick it up, close your door behind you and make your way into the dining room, putting it down on the table and leaving it there, ready for you to come home to afterward. With a pep in your step, thinking it must be off of your boyfriend, Nichkhun, you make your way to meet your best friend for coffee. 

Unbeknownst to you, it was definitely not off of him as he already had your Christmas presents planned, plus he was past the whole secret admirer idea, just wanting to be straight up with making sure you knew his presents were off him. 

Moments after you leave, Nickhyun walks into the house, putting his keys down on the table before making his way to the kitchen. In the corner of his eye, he notices the present, face scrunching in confusion just as yours did earlier on as he walks over to it.

Opening up the label, he lets out a distasteful groan with a sour taste in his mouth, knowing he wouldn’t have left this, and instantly gets in a foul mood. The idea that you had a secret admirer and it wasn’t him, makes him angry, as it was evident enough that you were with him but obviously that was never going to be enough.

He knows he shouldn’t get this worked up over it, but part of him is getting extremely possessive over you, you are his and only his. The sour taste in his mouth stays for hours on end, waiting for you to get home to ask you about it, why you’re accepting gifts like this. He knew he was going to be crossing a line but he just couldn’t help it. 

As soon as you walk through the door, he’s standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking straight through you rather than at you. Smiling at him, you walk towards your boyfriend, arms out to give him a hug but your arms drop and your face contorts in confusion.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” You slowly ask, taking one of his hands in yours as he brushes you off, walking away to pick up your present, handing it back to you as you smile, thanking him as he hands it over.

“I don’t know why you’re thanking me, this isn’t from me?” Nichkhun scoffs sarcastically, standing tall over you as you look up at him, dumb founded, you had sworn it was him, who else could it be?

“Is it not? I thought it was,” You go quiet, opening it up to see the most sparkly necklace, silver with the prettiest little diamond hanging off it, seemingly really expensive. 

Noticing the gift, he grits his teeth together, ripping them out of your hands as his hands fly to your waist, looking at you with dark eyes, “So who’s it off, huh? Who bought you this?” 

“I don’t know baby, I’m really gutted that it’s not off you,” You look at him, wrapping your arms around him, noticing he’s really not himself, “I promise you that I don’t know who it is,” you confirm. 

Rolling his eyes with an accompanied scoff, he pulls you closer, lips crashing against yours without remorse, turning it heated within seconds, his possessiveness taking over him, picking you up to put you on the table. He presses himself against you, leaving you no room to move.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, taking a deep breath between the kisses and pulling away slightly, and ruffling his hair with a small smile on your face. You weren’t going to complain about coming home to this, but with the way he’s been since you walked through the door, you knew something was off. 

Hand on your face, cupping your cheek, he smirks slightly with a deep tone of voice, “You’re my baby, only mine. No one can admirer you like I can, no one”.

His voice sends shivers down your spine, his words going straight to your core, making you soak through your panties. And if that wasn’t enough, the way he looks at you has you reeling, heads over heels as he licks his lips, his eyes wandering from your lips to your neck and an idea burns in his mind. 

“It’s not my fault, I don’t even know who my little admirer is,” You cock an eyebrow cheekily, teasing with your words as you watch his face contort, eyes hungry to devour your there and then.

“I know baby, but you’re mine. Everyone should know that, I just have to make it evident that you’re mine,” He twirls his fingers on your sides then digs his hands into the flesh, making you yelp at the feeling. 

His fingers find their way under your shirt, digging into your bare flesh enough to leave a small bruise there as his head leans towards the crook of your neck which you move your head to give him better access. 

The way he peppers your neck with kisses makes you whimper a little, kissing right up the sensitive part of your neck and starting off light, to begin with. Slowly, the small peppering turns into little bites and sucking on the skin, making you jolt back a little at the sensation. 

However, he wasn’t really happy with the small faint bruising, knowing that it’ll fade within hours. Humming to himself, he looks at you with begging eyes to continue, and of course, he does.

Although, you didn’t prepare yourself for the harsh biting and sucking on the skin that he does, making you moan loudly at the feeling, hissing at the stinging sensation but the way your hands pull at his hair, just eggs him on to keep going.

His hands move to your thighs, gripping tighter on them than your hips before moving them to yank down your trousers and removing your top in the process, leaving you bare in just your underwear on the table.

So much skin to cover in front of him, growling to himself as he moves to the other side of your neck, repeating the same process before moving painfully slow to your shoulders and across your collarbone. Planting kisses on your chest, he could feel how quickly you were breathing. He’s smirking to himself as he lays you down gently on the table, covering you black and blue with hickeys, marking other parts of your body with hand and fingerprints, getting really into it. 

“Damn, you look so pretty being marked as mine,” He licks his lips, taking a look at his masterpiece as he realizes how worked up he’s gotten you, unable to hold himself back anymore, “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom and I can make sure you know who you’re with”. 

~

Junho came over to yours for your weekly movie night, a special night for the two of you to watch an incredibly bad movie while eating junk food. Junho came over in the required wardrobe, sweatpants and a comfy tee, smiling at you as he skipped in holding two bags full of your favorite chips and drinks. You can’t help but to let your eyes linger on his arms, flexing as they hold the weight of the goods. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, hesitating a second longer than his usual motion. He started kissing you because it drove you insane, the brat, now it doesn’t bother you at much but he still does it. Maybe out of habit, maybe out of something you never predicted he’d feel also.

He plops down on the couch shoving the pillows you set out on the floor. You sigh, even after countless times of telling him not to do that, he continues to. You sit next to him , picking up the pillows on the way. He smiles, putting some popcorn In his mouth. It’s his turn to pick the movie.

“Your turn, what’s your pick?” You hand him the remote.

“I was thinking Twilight.” He smiles to himself.

“Are you trying to say my favorite movie is bad?” He laughs at you. “Never mind, you don’t get to pick this week.”

He hands over the remote surprisingly, you pick some crappy B-movie vampire romance movie in place of his choice. You catch him glancing at you, more than once. You’ve seen him like this, he usually does it right before he does something to make you question why you even tolerate him at times. His stupid pranks always got him in trouble. By the third time you pause the movie to face him.

“Whatever you are up to stop it.” You put a finger up as a warning, he sinks down on the couch to sulk.

“I’m not up to anything!” He bites your finger.

“Hey! Let go dickhead!” You scream.

“Make me,” His voice is muffled by your finger, but the tone makes your cheeks instantly heat up.

Two simple words have your brain racing. What does he mean? Does he like me too? Does he want me like I want him? Am I taking to long to do something?

He looks up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. Your heart starts beating louder and louder until you are sure the neighbors can hear it. He smiles at your flushed face, slowly releasing his mouth from your finger. He pulls your hand to his heart, it’s racing even faster than yours.

“I want you.” You blurt out like you’re possessed.

“Touch me.” His voice suddenly demanding, something you weren’t prepared to hear.

You move to your knees quickly, hands in a rush to pull down his sweatpants. You take a moment to met his eyes, he’s looking at you expectingly, throwing in a quick wink, brat. You pull down his underwear, dick springing out. You take his large member into your hand, slowly going up and down. You lick his head, looking up quickly to make sure he is enjoying himself, don’t worry he is.

You can’t fit all of him into your mouth, your hands end up doing most of the work. He grabs your hair, pulling it when he feels feels like it. He pulls you off eventually pulling you to his lips. His kisses are everything you’ve imagined, his moans are even better. He pulls off your shirt, you thank the universe for the fact you had to wear your cute panty and bra set today since the laundromat was closed. You pull off his shirt taking a moment to admire his body, he also takes that moment to admire yours.

“Here or the bedroom?” He kisses your neck.

“Anywhere you can fuck me.” You grind your hips.

He throws you on your back on the couch you lift up your legs as he takes your panties and sweatpants off in one motion. Too bad he didn’t see the cute underwear that matches your bra. His hands glide over your thighs, getting close to your desired spot. His hands stop just before, smiling as you grown obviously frustrated. He leans down to kiss you, reaching to your back to unclasp your bra. Then there you are, two completely naked best friends, five seconds from having the best sex of their lives.

“Condoms are in the nightstand of my bed.” You point.

“Okay baby,” he kisses you. “Wait for me, I don’t want to miss the movie.” He winks

"What? You’re becoming cocky too?" Wooyoung’s eyes were so open in shock y/n thought he might have dropped them on the floor if he hadn’t been cautious enough. 

The coffe shop were the two were hiding was full of people, hustle and bustle filling their ears. 

"I don’t want you to read it Wooyoung" the girl exclaimed exhausted, sighing loudly. 

"Why?" The boy couldn’t help but ask, his eyes suddenly sharp "is there something I shouldn’t know about?" He suggested. 

Y/n’s cheeks getting redder by the second, as the boy stretched his neck, eyes peeking over to the paper sheet in the girl’s hand but y/n was quick to hide it away. 

"Ah! Really!" Wooyoung looked a lot like a spoiled kid now, his eyes as slim as those of a leaf, his cheeks flustered as his hands were clinched in fists. 

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly. 

"What was the title anyway?" The boy asked as he looked her way, more annoyed than ever. 

Y/n smiled softly as she got closer to the student’s face. 

Wooyoung’s cheeks were burning too now as he looked at her expectantly, "I" y/n said, her voice coming out so low Wooyoung wondered if he was imagining it; "won’t tell you". 

She fell back into her seat, a pretty giggle on her lips as Wooyoung now didn’t only feel flustered, but embarrassed too. 

"What a brat!" He spat as he got up from his seat, his eyes full of disdain as he made his way to collect his things and leave. 

Y/n was so proud of her previous teasing that she let her guard down; Wooyoung in a desperate move flew forward, his hand grasping the paper in her hands as he snatched it away, a victorious grin on his face. 

"Wooyoung!" y/n got up quickly, her heart exploding in her chest as she tried to reach for the paper back. 

But the boy was mischievous enough to make her suffer as he read a word every few seconds, not forgetting to glance back at the girl every time his eyes left the page. 

It went on that way for a full long phrase when he suddenly stopped, his giggling coming to an end too as his smile was replaced by a confused look. 

Impressed, with ink on a blank paper, lost in a mist of words, was his name. 

He didn’t seem to have processed well, but that was, indeed, his name. 

What was he doing in that essay?

What did she write about him? 

That was the moment y/n tore the paper from his hand, the look on her face one of pure rage, mixed with the purplish color of shame. 

He din’t have the time to ask her though, because as Wooyoung’s mind was processing, y/n had already stormed out of the coffe shop and was walking rapidly down the street. 

Her silhouette as pretty as ever as Wooyoung felt the brightest smile come to his face, "hey you dork!" He screamed after the girl racing behind her "do you like me?". 

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