TEASER â DRUNK
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PAIRING: Choi Jongho x FtM/Afab Reader
WARNINGS: Just a teaser ;)
WORD COUNT: 1k+ words
SYNOPSIS: One night, while drunk with Jongho and the rest of Ateez, you accidentally admit that you want Jongho to fuck you
A/N: This is just a teaser and not at all the full thing. Anyways⊠where the FUCK are my ftm Atinyâs at???
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 youâre not in your bed. Matter of fact, youâre not even home.
You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jonghoâs dormâ 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 canât 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, Jonghoâs 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 Jonghoâs eyes from across the room, you froze.
âJonghoâŠâ 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 couldnât even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.
He turns his head towards you, and youâre barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.
âI want you to fuck me.â
As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingiâs loud voice, âGuys! Come play this next round with us!â
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, âJesus ChristâŠâ
âHeadache?â
You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldnât be talking so casually to you like this.
Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldnât see you had it, and nod, âU-uh⊠yeah.â
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. Thereâs no way he remembers. He wouldnât 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, âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome.â
You look into the living room and look at the membersâ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.
Jongho started brewing coffee, âDo you want me to make you some?â He asked with his back turned to you, âItâll help with the hangover.â
Honestly, you couldnât 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, âIâm gonna clean up and then go home, alright? Iâll get coffee on my way back.â
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 couldnât help the dark blush that spread across your face.
âIâll make them clean up after themselves. Iâm sure youâre tired, so you can just go home. Iâll walk you to your car.â
His hand drops from your back. You shiver.
âA-are you sure?â You ask.
âYeah, donât worry about it.â
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 wasnât a gentleman.
You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, âUm⊠thanks. Thank you,â you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.
âDid you mean it?â
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 didnât mean what you think he meant.
âMean wh-what?â You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldnât face him.
âWhat you said to me last night.â
You canât breathe.
His tone isnât angry, but itâs firm. You can tell heâs serious. When youâre quiet for a bit too long, Jonghoâs hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.
âI know you remember.â
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. Heâs looking at you through the reflection on the window, and youâre looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.
âDid you mean itâŠâ he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, âWhen you said you wanted me to fuck you?â
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