Jisung had you pinned to the mattress, fingertips brushing along your thighs as he pulled down your underwear. He quickly tossed them haphazardly into a corner of the room and moved back to settle between your legs. The pad of his thumb pressed to your clit, smearing your already abundant arousal around.

He pushed two fingers inside you, dragging them along your walls, only to curl them when he was deep enough. It was such a familiar sensation, and yet something felt different tonight. Rougher, somehow, but in a good way.

His fingers dragged along your walls again when he pumped them inside you. That feeling came in stronger, eliciting a gasp and a soft, whiny moan from your kiss-swollen lips. He paused, looking at you in slight concern at the unusual noise you made.

“You okay, baby?”

You reached down to grab his wrist and he followed your lead, slowly pulling his fingers out of your vagina. His eyes stayed on you, laced with a mixture of confusion and concern as you whimpered and squirmed under him.

And there the answer stared you right in the face. Hand still delicately gripping his wrist, your eyes glued themselves to his pretty fingers, where still sat his rings, now coated in your juices.

“Oh, fuck…” you breathed. His eyes widened.

“Shit, sorry, baby, I forgot to take them off–”

When he reached to slide the silver bands off his fingers, you tucked his hand against your chest, blocking his clean one off. He gave you a look of pure confusion and let an uncertain “Baby…?” pass his lips. You whined.

“Just finger me, Ji.”

“But–”

“No.”

You brought his sticky, wet hand back between your legs, trying to force his fingers back inside you again. He simply curled them towards his palm, making your efforts vain.

“Baby–”

“Jiiii… Sungie, please...!”

“Love, what if they come off–?” he asked, worried.

“Then you’ll just have to work harder to get them back out. Please, it was so good…”

He stayed quiet, searching your gaze for any hint of uncertainty. When he found none, he sighed: “Are you sure?”

“Yes, now come–”

He silenced you with a kiss and ran his fingertips through your slit. He was much less tense above you now.

“Fuck, baby, you’re even wetter now. You like my rings that much?” he smirked. You whined once more and bucked your hips in search of more friction, and he had the nerve, the gall, to laugh. And oh how you wanted to slap that stupid smile off his stupidly pretty face.

He never let you go through with your resentful thoughts; his thumb pressed to your clit, a bit harder than before, and his two slick-soaked fingers slid back into your warm little cunt, deliciously and torturously slow. You felt every push of his knuckles, every catch of the metal loops against your walls as he fingered you deep, but at a snail’s pace.

You groaned and rocked your hips against his hand, eyes rolling back at the pleasure.

“Oh, Ji…”

He smirked (again – the nerve, honestly) and pumped his fingers at a quicker and steadying pace, curling them just right against your g-spot in a way that he knew would have your walls clamping around him and your wondrous eyes filling with tears.

Well aware of how close you were to the edge, he leaned his head down and wrapped his soft lips around your clitoris. Your back arched off your bed and soft gasps and whines escaped you, between quiet sobs and calls of his name. Your thighs closed around his head and he grinned.

“That’s it, pretty, cum for me.”

Your muscles tensed and he put his clean hand on your stomach to pin you in place, licking your sensitive clit through your orgasm until you squirmed away from his touch. Then, he let his fingers carefully slip out of you, curling them a bit to catch one of his rings that tried to come off, aided by the extensive lubrication. He stared you right in the eyes and put his pretty fingers in his mouth to suck them clean of your release. He hummed in satisfaction.

“Oh my God,” you groaned and playfully shoved him away, earning yourself a laugh and a cheeky wink and grin.

“Delicious.”

“You’re such a tease, Han Jisung.”

“And you love it.”

He engulfed your lips in a tender kiss then rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

You had been dating Chris for just over a year. You both did your best to keep it a secret for as long as possible, but upon learning that you were pregnant, Chris may as well have shouted it from the rooftops. He announced it on Instagram, X, Bubble… he even went live to tell his fans that he was with a wonderful girl and was soon going to be a father to an eighth child (the other children were extremely excited, as one who knew them could easily imagine).

The news had spread like wildfire. There were already forums online dedicated to your couple and the unborn child. The STAY community was buzzing with excitement, awaiting the upcoming interview with bated breaths.

You had been invited to none other than The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, as Stray Kids was touring in North America (meaning the US and a single concert in Toronto) and you had refused to stay back in Korea and be separated from the man you loved. Fans cheered and waved signs with baby name ideas during concerts, a sight that amused you greatly. You jokingly suggested to Chan the name ‘Bartholomew’ after noticing it, to which he gave you a look that screamed ‘I think you’re losing your goddamn mind, my love’. Such an expressive face he had. Cutie.

It was finally the big night. You hadn’t even walked onto the set proper, and you were already racked with nerves, which of course Chan did not fail to notice.

“Baby.” He gently took you by the shoulders, making you face and focus on him. His thumbs ran circles along the fabric of your blouse. “Look at me. Take a deep breath.” He nodded as you followed his prompts. “You’ll be okay. I’ll be right by your side the entire time, okay?”

You let out a shaky breath, relaxing slightly. Your muscles loosened almost imperceptibly, but Chris noticed the tension leave your body almost as easily as if he had felt it himself.

“There you go, love. I’m right here.”

You stood together in silence for some time before you were given the cue to join Jimmy on set. He welcomed the two of you with that big smile of his and invited you to take a seat in the armchairs next to his desk after you were introduced to the audience. Chan sat next to you, a bit farther away from Jimmy, wordlessly placing his hand on yours. You looked at him and the both of you cracked smiles.

Jimmy chatted with the two of you, quickly putting you at ease despite your discomfort of speaking in front of crowds. You could almost believe you were in your living room.

“So Chris, I’m sure a lot of people are wondering. Considering the taboo around Korean idols and dating, what made you finally decide to go public about your relationship?”

Chan chuckled. God, you loved that sound.

“Well, y/n is the love of my life, you know? When I found out that my future wife was pregnant, I realized that, screw the consequences, this is the woman I want to spend my life with, I’m sick of hiding. She’s my everything. Just the sight of her face every morning makes me so insanely happy. I decided that I wanted to share that happiness with the people who love me and who I love. And that includes my fans.”

You gaped at him with your eyes gently rounded in surprise.

“Your- your future wife?”

You saw his cheeks flush slightly, and he giggled.

“Oh, come on, y/n. I was always going to marry you, babygirl. It’s never been a question of if. Simply a question of when.”

You heard coos and awws from the crowd.

“And, well, since we’re on the subject…” He got out of his armchair and knelt before you, pulling a small box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a lovely, delicately-made ring. You put a hand over your mouth. “Will you, y/n l/n, make me the happiest man in any time and place to ever exist… and be my wife? Marry me?”

He looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes. And that sweet smile… tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Bang Christopher Chan.” You knelt down too and hugged him tightly. He wrapped an arm around your waist and the other across your shoulder blades, hand snaking up to cradle the back of your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You pulled away, wiping your eyes, and Chan slid the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, like you and him together. The crowd applauded and cheered loudly as you sat back down and happily went on with the interview, practically buzzing with joy. You were still nervous, both about this moment and about what the future held, but you knew you would be okay.

Yeonjun who holds your hand whenever you’re walking somewhere together (like, if your hands are full, he will grab part of what you’re carrying just so your free hand can hold his)

Yeonjun who gets pouty when another member beats him to it

Yeonjun who’s just so so soft for you

Yeonjun who just can’t say no to you because look at you! How can anyone resist those lovely eyes?

Yeonjun who cuddles up with you as soon as you sit next to him on the couch

Yeonjun who always has a hand on your waist/hip/back/thigh

Yeonjun who lays next to you and holds you when you can’t fall asleep

Yeonjun who’s always smiley when he listens to you talk

Yeonjun who lowkey has hearts in his eyes as he looks at you

Yeonjun who kisses your temple/forehead/the crown of your head when you’re pouting or grumpy, which never fails to make you crack a smile

Yeonjun who’s your number one fanboy

Yeonjun who cheers you on during your solo stages

Yeonjun who gets the crowd to cheer with him

Yeonjun who helps you out of the car

Yeonjun who pulls out a chair for you before seating himself

Yeonjun who is ready to throw hands when haters come for you

Yeonjun who makes sure to compliment you at least once a day, whatever you may be wearing

Yeonjun who appreciates any and all conversations with you, whether it’s small talk or a deeply intellectually stimulating exchange

Yeonjun who randomly gives you piggy back rides because he enjoys hearing your giggles of amusement

Yeonjun who immediately notices your discomfort in any given situation and reacts swiftly and accordingly. You’re uncomfortable with your outfit? Have his hoodie. You’re feeling overwhelmed or submerged by your social anxiety? Take his hand and ignore everything and everyone else. Someone makes an inappropriate comment about you? He will passive-aggressively politely shut them down. Don’t you worry, they got the message and he’s got your back.

Yeonjun who rests his head on your shoulder when he’s sleepy and will gladly let you do the same.

Yeonjun who has your order memorized for your favorite restaurants and will get you food when he gets himself something, regardless of if you’re there or not at that moment

Yeonjun who asks you to sing to him every night

Yeonjun who lets you pick out a playlist, a TV series, a movie… even if he doesn’t like it if you like it, he likes it.

Yeonjun who is lowkey whipped for you

Yeonjun who lets you have whichever seat you want on the plane

Yeonjun who lets you win when you play games with him just so he can see the grin on your face when you beat him

Yeonjun who accompanies you to the events on your schedule, even if his is free, even if you start first thing in the morning (he just wants to be with you 🥺)

“Baby.”

You looked up from your book in question to see your fiancé standing in the door. He was grinning. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What’s up, Min?”

“Come help me rake the yard.” It wasn’t a question.

“Do I have to? I’m trying to read my book,” you whined half-heartedly when he gently took it out of your hands and pulled you up from the couch. You rolled your eyes but let him drag you to the entrance to put on your coat and hat. You barely had time to pull on your boots, he was already tugging you through the front door, giggling when you tripped.

He handed you a rake, earning himself a discouraged look.

“Come on baby, the leaves won’t pick themselves up.”

You scoffed and walked to the area he was working on, beginning to gather more leaves into the pile. You had been going at it for a good while. All along, wind whipped the leaves and your hair around, pulling hisses and whines from your lips as your work scattered. Minho eventually noticed your frustration and came up to hug you from behind. You jumped slightly.

“Minho. You do realize this is useless, right?” You turned in his arms to face him, only to be met with that mischievous grin you had come to know all too well. 

“Well, I have a better idea then. Let’s have a bit of fun.”

And he pushed you into the pile of leaves gathered behind you.

“MINHO!!” you shrieked while he cackled. He dodged out of your hold, ever agile, ensuring that you couldn’t drag him down with you. You gave him a narrowed-eyed look. He laughed and darted away.

You fumbled your way out of the leaves and ran after him, determined to get your revenge. You ran a couple laps around your yard until he finally let you catch up and shove him right into the pile you escaped from. However, what you hadn’t planned was the way his hands quickly darted out to grab onto the hem of your coat. Of course there was a catch.

Before you could realize it, you were sprawled on top of him among the dead leaves. You stared at him, completely bewildered. He stared back, and you both burst out laughing. He helped you up to a seating position, smiling as he pulled a leaf out of your tangled hair (though it was only a fraction of the damage.).

“You little shit,” you said, though the fond smile tugging at your lips didn’t allow you much chance of sounding convincing.

“You’ll have plenty more where that came from once we’re finally married.”

No matter how many times you’ve heard it, being referred to as his future spouse always brought a flush to your cheeks. He would never admit it, but his ears went even redder than your face, even if he was the one teasing you.

You got on your feet and grabbed his hands, pulling him up to his feet.

“I’m sure you have a lot more in store for me.” You kissed his cheek and stood to face him, smiling in a way that made his heart flutter. “I look forward to it.”

His ears darkened even more. For the sake of his pride, just this once, you pretended not to notice, instead taking his hand to lead him back into the house. You weren’t getting any more yard work done on that day, that was certain.

“Come on. Raking leaves can wait,” you told him. He grinned teasingly and cooped you into his arms before crossing the threshold. He leaned down to kiss you, kicking the front door closed behind him. 

Early mornings were not your cup of tea. Unfortunately for you, three out of five business days equaled 8 A.M. college classes for you, leaving you to get up shortly before 7 A.M. in order to catch the 7:30 bus.

That day began as a dreary November morning as you stood at the corner of the road, nursing a latte to fight off the early morning chill. It was still quite dark out and you had to fight to keep your eyes open. You had gone to bed too late again last night after studying for your chemistry test that day.

You saw the bus approaching, a couple roads away, and fumbled to get your pass out of your coat pocket. You had a moment’s panic before finally finding it beneath a few tissues and your keys. Like every other morning, you gave a sleepy hello and a tired smile to the kind elderly woman sitting behind the steering wheel as you scanned your pass, then took a seat near the front of the vehicle. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glance of a girl with red-dyed hair bobbing her head, most likely to a song in her headphones, but you didn’t pay her much mind. It was too early to care. You listened to your soft morning playlist and sipped the last of your coffee, leaning back against your seat.

About 15 minutes later, the bus stopped before the college. You grabbed your bag and walked out without a look back, though you didn’t forget to thank the driver on your way out.

It was about a three-minute walk to the main entrance, and you had nearly reached it when you heard your name being called by a voice you didn’t recognize. You turned around with a furrowed brow and were nearly knocked to the ground by the person behind you, who was running, out of breath, and barely had time to come to an abrupt halt.

“Hi.” She panted. “Oh my God, sorry, I almost plowed into you.”

You stared at her, wondering why she was running after you in the first place.

“You, um. You dropped this,” she said, holding out your bus pass with delicately manicured fingers.

“Oh- I hadn’t even- thank you!” You suddenly recognized the redhead you had seen earlier. She was very pretty up close.

“No problem. I’m Yunjin, by the way.” She held out a pretty, long-fingered hand.

“Y/n. Thank you. I always make sure I don't leave anything behind, but I guess it slipped my mind today.” You shook her hand, surprised at how soft it was despite the small calluses on her fingers.

She smiled. “Happens to the best of us.” She let go of your hand and you walked in side by side. “Where are you headed?”

“Wing K.”

“Oh! We’re going in the same direction, then. I’m in the music wing,” she said cheerfully. “What are you studying?”

“N-natural sciences,” you stuttered, a bit taken aback by her bubbly personality. Science kids and art kids were in very few ways alike. She grinned.

“Cool! So you’re a smart one, huh?”

“Uh… I guess?” She just smiled at your answer as you walked down the stairs to the ground floor. You stopped at the cafeteria to buy a quick breakfast while she stood aside, waiting for you. You headed down the hall. She chatted you up about everything and nothing all the way. You finally reached the lobby between wing K and wing M.

“Well, this is me! I’ll see you around, Y/n!”

And she was gone as quickly as she had come, leaving you completely dumbfounded. You shook yourself and kept moving. Your chemistry class was starting in two minutes.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The next time you saw her was during your lunch break, in the pizzeria down the street from the college, where the lunch prices were quite decent, especially for students. She saw you standing in line and her entire face lit up. She left her friends and joined you, who was still bundled up in your coat and scarf.

“Hey Y/n! How’s school been?”

You gave her a perplexed look. “Uh… good. You?”

“It’s been great, thanks! I like what you did with your hair.”

“Oh.” You flushed. “Thank you.”

At that moment, her friends called her, looking like they were ready to leave. She smiled at you.

“See you, Y/N!”

Once again, she left quicker than you could come up with a response, leaving you speechless in the middle of that little restaurant.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

You crossed her once in a while at the bathroom, in line for the cafeteria, in the hallways… she always greeted you cheerfully, there a minute, gone the next. It was perplexing. Her entire being confused you. You had met just a month ago and you barely knew anything about her, yet that smile and those short interactions left you with a fluttering feeling and unsaid words on the tip of your tongue. Everything about you two was strange, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. A lot. You had trouble admitting it to yourself, but the fact remained that you may have been developing a crush for the red whirlwind. 

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The semester was finally over and one of your friends insisted on dragging you to a party, thrown by some acquaintance she made in debate class. She basically forced you into the little black dress you were wearing right now and the strass-embedded heels from your prom the previous summer, despite your complaints about the bitter cold and harsh wind.

“It’ll be warm inside,” she promised, tugging you along. You tried to stay with her without getting pulled into the moving crowd, but eventually a group of people called her over. And you were left alone. With your social anxiety and your stupidly short dress.

You scrambled through the crowd and stumbled up the stairs of whoever’s basement this was, heading for the more sparsely crowded ground floor. Little groups were chatting and the music blasting downstairs was less overwhelming here. You grabbed a beer (which you hated, but alcohol was needed if you were going to survive this evening) and slumped onto a free couch, sighing. You took out your phone and mindlessly scrolled through your gallery. It was mostly celebrities. You didn’t have many pictures from your life. You didn’t really have a life, honestly. You stared blankly at your screen, mind wandering off to Yunjin. Was she here? What was she doing to celebrate the end of class?

“Y/n!”

You jumped and looked up, spilling some beer on the brown suede couch. Yunjin stood over you, grinning that bright smile that made your heart race. Your gaze slowly slunk down her figure, taking in her satiny two-piece that left most of her abdomen bare, free to your wandering eyes. Her hair was flawlessly curled, makeup and heels matching the silvery blue of her outfit.

“Yunjin,” you breathed softly and watched her eyes light up. You felt heat travel down to your belly and shivered almost imperceptibly. She sat next to you and pulled you into her arms, making you tense a bit from the unexpected touch. She pulled away, hands on your waist to hold you in place as she took in your appearance. You flushed.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here, she said, eyes lingering on the way the dress hugged the curve of your hips.

“I didn’t think I’d be here,” you said quietly. You were a bit tipsy now, the alcohol beginning to take effect, and your mind was hazy, filled with thought of those pretty lips moving against yours, of those pretty hands gliding lower-

Your focus came back just strong enough for you to realize that you were leaning dangerously close towards her. You jerked back, spilling even more of your bottle. She smiled in amusement and took it out of your hand to set it on the coffee table.

“You look particularly ravishing tonight, Y/n,” she almost purred, making your brain short-circuit. “That dress makes you even more irresistible than usual.”

“I- wha- I’m not-” you flushed and stuttered, unused to such suggestive compliments.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” she asked, slowly leaning in. Teasing you. Taunting you.

“You- you have?”

She smirked a feline grin.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart. I’ve dreamed of undressing you since I saw you on the bus that day.” Her voice dropped an octave when she pronounced those words, one of her fingers trailing along your collarbone to your shoulder. “Can I kiss you, beautiful?”

You blushed bright red and nodded. That’s all it took for Yunjin’s lips to crash against yours. Your hands tangled in her hair and she grinned, putting a hand on your waist and pushing you back against the armrest of the couch, mouth never leaving yours. You made out for a while. It might have been seconds, or hours. You didn’t know, and you didn’t care, not with her tongue in your mouth and her teeth clamping on your bottom lip. You finally pulled away, gasping for air.

“M… my place,” you choked out, flushed and out of breath.

She grinned. “Thought you’d never ask, baby.”

She helped you up and walked you to her car, holding the door for you to get in. You did up your seatbelt and texted your friend, letting her know you were getting the fuck out of there. The drive was silent save for the electronic drawl of the GPS. Yunjin’s hand stayed on your thigh all along (you thanked the gods above that she had an automatic car). For the first time that evening, you were grateful to your friend for squeezing you into this poor excuse for a dress.

Once your apartment door was closed and locked behind you, Yunjin’s hands were in your hair and her lips were on yours. You whined softly and pulled her closer by the hips when she pushed her tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch she could reach. You stumbled down the hall, never detaching from each other, and you guided her into your bedroom, where she was quick to push you down onto her bed. She slid her knee between your thighs while you made out, pulling another soft whine from your lips. She began kissing her way down your neck and chest, leaving your dress in place. Your hands tangled in her locks when she gently bit your nipple through the fabric. She quickly went back to working her way down your abdomen, scooting backwards until she was laying on her stomach between your legs, face to face with your clothed cunt.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your black lace underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly and she chuckled, mumbling a “cute” as she pulled them down. She pried your thighs apart and cooed at the sight of your dripping wet pussy.

“All for me?” she asked, rubbing two fingers through your slit. They came away glistening.

“Yes, Yunjin, all for you. Please…” you sobbed softly, already desperate.

“Shh, I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

With that, she attached her mouth to your clitoris, sucking softly before she moved down and pushed her wet tongue into your tight walls. 

You gasped as she tongue-fucked you, her nose perfectly nudging against your clit. Your hands tightened in her hair to pull her closer, and her eyes rolled back at the feeling of you suffocating her in your pussy, your thighs squeezing her head. She eagerly ate you out, spurred on by your soft whimpers and moans. You weren’t very vocal, but the occasional little sounds you let out were like heaven to hear, and she did everything she could to pull more from your kiss-swollen lips.

She lapped at your folds for a good twenty minutes before you felt your orgasm finally close to hitting you. Yunjin sucked leisurely, gently pushing you further.

“Ahh, Yunjin… fuck, I’m close-”

She redoubled her efforts. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” she breathed, bringing a hand up to rub at your sensitive clit.

You let out a high-pitched mewl as you came, Yunjin eagerly drinking up your release. She only let you go when you pushed at her head, complaining about it being too much. She smiled fondly and held you in her arms as you slowly came back to your senses.

“Hey, baby. How are we feeling?” she inquired, gently brushing your bangs away from your sweaty forehead.

“Great,” you said, voice deeper than usual, courtesy of the post-orgasm haze you were in.

“Where do you keep your cloths, sweetheart? Gotta clean you up, hm?”

“But- you didn’t cum…” you protested weakly.

“Shh… don’t worry about me, princess. Next time, okay?” she reassured you, running a hand through your hair. She could tell the gentle touched were keeping you grounded.

“Next time?”

“Next time.”

You smiled and relaxed beneath her touch.

“The cupboard down the hall, third shelf from the top…”

Yunjin kissed your forehead and went to get a cloth. She came back and carefully wiped you clean, being as gentle as possible. She grabbed some clothes from your closet and helped you get dressed, then walked you to the bathroom to pee and drink water.

When you got back to her room, you dug out some sweatpants and a shirt for her and crawled under the covers, where she joined you and gently held you. You happily cuddled up against her.

“Sweet dreams, my baby,” she whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly.

“G’night, Yunjin,” you whispered back, quickly drifting off in the warmth and safety of her arms. 

"Keeho?" you asked softly, walking up behind him and gently grabbing onto his sleeve. "Can we talk?"

"... yeah, sure, what's up?" he replied, turning to you.

"Um…" you hesitantly looked around at his friends. You didn't want to ask them to go away and come off as rude, but Keeho got the message. 

"Go on ahead guys, I'll catch up to you later."

They showed various degrees of agreement and walked off, bidding you goodbye. Keeho turned back to you, a frown on his face.

"Keeho-"

"What's going on, Y/n? You've been avoiding me for weeks! What happened?" he blurted out once the two of you were alone.

You looked down, nervously fiddling with the rings on your slender fingers, teeth sinking into your plush lip as a result of the wave of anxiety washing over you.

"I– [...] I'm sorry, this was a mistake," you stuttered, briskly turning and walking rushing away from him. 

'I can't do this,' you thought to yourself, mind whirling in a thousand directions at once. You thought you had come to terms with your feelings and wanting to express them, but you didn't have the strength to face him.

"Y/n, don't you dare walk away without talking to me." the stern voice snapped you out of your daze. His long fingers that you spent so much time fiddling around with wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

'Fuck.' Keeho's stride was longer than you had realized. Or, more likely, it was longer than you had wanted to notice. You had hoped you could outrun him, but that was now clearly out of the question.

'I'm fucked. Somebody please kill me now.'

"Talk to me. … please…"

You abruptly looked up at his face, caught off guard by the vulnerable lilt in his voice. He looked like his heart might break into pieces if you walked away now.

'Of course his heart won't break, you idiot. Snap out of your delusions!' And yet… 'No!'

"What do you want me to say, Kee?" you asked, cursing yourself for letting your voice break. "... I've been avoiding you because I like you and I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to act around you and I practically break down when you show affection towards me, even though I know very well it's all platonic, so I figured it was better for my heart and sanity if I stayed away from you... you got your answer. Now—can you please let me go—?" you ranted out, voice breaking at the end and tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks. 

He looked at you, bemused, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly in surprise. 

"You… you like me?" he repeated incredulously, eyes still fixed on your irritated ones.

"Is that all you got from that? Really?" you clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"No, but… you like me? Really? You're serious?" he asked again, voice dropping a bit.

"No, I don't like you, I love you! Now can you get that through your thick skull, for fuck's sake?!" you snapped.

He snorted. "That's a special way to confess your love. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Wow. You know what, this is a waste of time. I'm leaving." you shook your wrist from his grip and stalked off, trying your best to fight off the tears now rolling down your cheeks.

"W- no, wait, wait!" he called after you, still laughing. "I'm sorry, it's just- you're cute when you get mad." He pulled you back again and softened at the sight of you fighting so hard to keep yourself together. He gently brushed away your tears, looking at you so fondly you could melt right there before his eyes. You still didn't think he liked you, but there was so much warmth and affection in his eyes at the moment, it couldn't hurt to hope just a bit… right?

His lips curled into a soft smile as he took your small hands in his big ones and intertwined your fingers. "I like you too, Y/n. Though I really wish you would've just told me instead of avoiding me like I might give you an infectious disease if you get too close." You opened your mouth to reply, but he squeezed your hands and kept talking. "It's alright. I know you struggle a lot with your self-confidence and your anxiety. But know that I'm always here for you, alright? You can tell me anything. I care about you so much more than you realize." He let go of your hands, but before you could worry—what can I say? Anxiety is intense—he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you in for a hug. He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world and you might break apart if he let go—which you just might, if we're being honest here. 

You tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible. It wasn't too often that Keeho showed his affection in this way—he was more the type to tease you—so you hung onto him like your life depended on it, relishing in the warmth of his strong body against yours. Physical touch was your love language, so this was probably the most effective way to comfort you—and win your affection.

"So…" you voiced and he slightly pulled away to look at you. "Does this mean we're dating?" you asked slyly, feeling a little less vulnerable and a little more like your usual self, which made Keeho laugh.

"If that's what you want, then yes. I'll be your boyfriend, love." You swore you actually melted into a puddle at this point. The hug was so warm and comforting. Being his girlfriend? A dream, really. But being called love? That was too much for your poor heart. In your mind, it was the sweetest nickname to ever exist, and he used it for you? Wow. You just might implode or self-combust at this point.

Keeho kept his eyes on you, concerned by your long silence. "Y/n?... Areee you alright?" he asked hesitantly, snapping you out of your simp thoughts.

"Huh?! Yes! I'm great!" It took you a minute to realize that you never answered him. "Yes, I want to be your girlfriend. I've been hoping for this for so long." Another pause of realization. "You chastised me for not telling you how I felt about you, but you didn't do it either." You frowned at him and he gave you a cheeky smile. 

"Well-" He didn't even make an effort to continue his sentence. 

"Jerk. I was stressed out for-" 

Keeho cut you off with a soft press of his lips to the corner of your mouth, leaving you a flustered, fumbling mess. 

"I- wha- that was low." You narrowed your eyes at him, face red, and he laughed again. 

"You think too much," he said simply, booping you on the nose. "Besides, I can kiss you all I want now, since we're together." He raised an eyebrow and you choked.

"What are you insinuating?"

"What are you thinking, love? Didn't know you had such a dirty mind. Oh wait, actually-" You cut him off with a smack on the arm and an insulted scoff while he practically roared with laughter now.

You scowled. "Remind me why I like you?"

"I don't know. Why do you like me?" He grinned your way. "Come on, we should get going. The guys are waiting for us."

"They're waiting for you," you pointed out.

"Well, too bad. They're going to have to settle for us from now on. Right, love?" He looked at you lovingly, a soft smile playing on his lips. That smile was mirrored on your own face as you looked down, trying to hide how giddy you looked and felt. "Here." You looked up, confused, to see him holding out his hand to you. "Well? Take my hand and don't let go, alright?"