#extra-teasers

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”