a/n : i loveeee this fic! might be my fav one yet..
synopsis : your group is known for being sweet and nothing less, while your new peer’s known for being the opposite. what will happens when the opposites date?
**
the first time you meet martin from cortis, you’re convinced the universe is playing some kind of joke on you.
because you’re standing backstage at one of the biggest year-end award shows, wearing a soft pink lace dress with bows trailing down the sleeves — literally the most illit-coded outfit of all time — and then he walks by like a walking contradiction to your entire aesthetic.
chains. black cargo pants. a mesh shirt layered under a graphic tee that looks stolen from an early 2000s rocker. silver piercings catching the blue stage lights. hair streaked with white blonde, styled in a messy, grungy way that somehow looks intentional.
he glances at you for half a second — just a blink — and you feel like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t.
you look away instantly.
your manager nudges you. “don’t be shy. you’ll be rehearsing with him.”
right. the collaboration stage. the one every fan has been screaming about since it got announced. illit x cortis — “glitter riot.” a mix of cute and edgy, sugary and sharp. a performance concept that looked insane on paper but somehow worked when the choreographer showed you.
still, no one warned you that martin was… well… martin.
you’re adjusting your mic when someone clears their throat beside you.
“uh. you’re from illit, right?”
you nearly jump. “oh— yes! i’m— uh— i’m y/n.”
you curse yourself internally. why are you stuttering? you don’t stutter. you’ve survived debut stages, encore lives, and fansign chaos. but suddenly one boy with smudged eyeliner has your whole nervous system glitching.
martin nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. “cool. i’m martin.”
you almost laugh. as if you didn’t already know.
silence drops between you like fog. he seems just as unsure as you — eyes flicking to your dress, then to the floor, then back to you.
“i like your style,” he says suddenly.
you blink. “what?”
“i mean— it fits you. it’s… cute.” he scratches the back of his neck. “not cute in, like, a weird way. cute in a— a cool way. not that cute is cool— well it is, but—”
he stops himself.
you smile — actually smile — because watching him unravel might be the funniest thing you’ve seen in weeks.
“thanks,” you say, trying not to giggle. “i like your style too. i could never pull that off.”
he glances down at his outfit. “this? i just threw it on.”
lies. dead, obvious lies. no one who “just throws on” clothes looks that coordinated in grayscale.
“still,” you shrug, “you look cool.”
he goes quiet for a second.
then he turns his head away — but not before you catch it.
the tiniest smile.
**
rehearsals start awkward but end… very much not
at first it’s stiff. your worlds are too different. your group giggles when he walks on set; his members tease him quietly in korean, nudging his shoulders because he keeps glancing at you.
you pretend not to notice.
during choreography blocking, you two are paired for a partner section — a quick spin, a hand-hold, a point toward the audience — but martin keeps messing up the timing.
“sorry,” he mutters after the fourth time. “i swear i’m better than this.”
“it’s okay,” you reassure. “we can go slower.”
“no— i can do it. i’m just— distracted.”
“distracted?”
his eyes flick to your hand in his.
and you get it.
you really do.
it makes your cheeks warm, but your voice stays steady.
“want to try again?”
he nods, jaw tightening in determination.
the next run-through is perfect.
and the choreographer says, “see? you two look good together.”
the entire room goes quiet.
martin goes pink.
you pretend to adjust your hair.
**
the performance is electric
no one expects your energy to match his, but on stage, it happens naturally.
your softness sharpens under the lights; his dark aura brightens just enough next to you. fans scream at every moment you two share — the way he steadies your waist during the spin, the way you grin at him during the camera close-up, the way he mouths “nice job” to you as the stage goes black.
afterward, he pats your head gently. too gently. too naturally.
“you did great,” he says.
“you too.”
and somehow, the sentence that slips out next feels inevitable
“we should hang out sometime. like… after all the award show craziness.”
he freezes.
“yeah,” he says softly. “i’d like that.”
**
you become rookie mcs together
you find out the same day he does — during a media announcement.
you’re practicing in your dorm when your phone explodes with notifications. your members scream.
“y/n! you’re going to be an mc! with martin!”
your jaw drops.
“me? with him?!”
the article headline reads:
“illit’s y/n and cortis’s martin selected as new music program rookie mcs — fans excited for unexpected pairing.”
unexpected is putting it lightly.
but when martin texts you — “did you see?? guess they liked our stage lol” — you can practically hear the smile in his words.
your first day as mcs is chaotic. neither of you knows where to stand. scripts keep being rewritten mid-show. martin forgets a line, panics, and you whisper it to him under your breath while cameras are on the other idols.
after the broadcast, he bows to staff, then turns to you.
“thanks. seriously. i would’ve died without you.”
“you’re doing great,” you say. “really.”
he looks at you for a long moment.
“you make this easier.”
the sentence sits warm in your chest for the rest of the night.
**
feelings grow in small ways
usually it’s subtle.
he gives you his hoodie when your outfit is too thin in the studio.
you fix his hair when his bangs fall into his eyes.
he buys you strawberry milk before every saturday broadcast.
you bring him black hair ties because he always loses his.
he sends you memes at 3 a.m.
you tell him about your favorite hello kitty plushies.
he pretends not to be obsessed with hearing you talk.
your aesthetics still clash brutally — his lockscreen is all neon edits and dystopian filters; yours is pastel sparkles — but somehow you match more than anyone could’ve predicted.
your members tease you relentlessly.
“you LOOK at your phone differently when it’s his name,” minju says.
“you SMILE at your phone differently,” moka adds.
you deny everything.
which is ridiculous, because meanwhile, martin’s members are giving him the exact same grief.
“bro just ask her out,” james groans.
“i can’t just— ask her out,” martin mutters. “she’s cute. and busy. and cute.”
“you said cute twice.”
“because she IS!”
they laugh at him the entire practice.
**
the night everything changes
it’s late.
broadcast filming finished hours ago, but both your groups are doing a joint backstage vlog challenge for fun — behind-the-scenes chaos for fans.
staff is busy. cameras are rolling, but unfocused. members are talking loudly in the foreground, blocking most of the shot.
and you and martin are standing behind them — just barely out of frame.
he’s leaning against a wall, head tilted. you’re standing close, too close to be casual, but neither of you moves.
he holds your hand.
not in a performance way. not in a gimmick way.
just… holds it.
thumb brushing your knuckles slowly.
you look up at him. he looks down at you. and everything feels suspended.
“we’re gonna get caught,” you whisper.
“probably,” he says, completely unbothered.
you try not to laugh. “martin…”
he shifts, stepping closer — hands still linked behind your skirts, your bodies hidden by the chaos of your groups.
“i like you,” he says simply.
your heart stops.
“i’ve liked you since the first rehearsal. and i keep trying to play it cool but i’m terrible at it.”
you swallow. “i like you too.”
he exhales like he’s been holding the breath for months.
“can i—?”
you nod before he even finishes the question.
he presses his forehead to yours. it’s not a kiss. it’s something softer, smaller, safer — but it sends warmth through you anyway.
you don’t realize a staff camera catches the corner of the moment.
not the words.
not the closeness.
just your hands intertwined for half a second before the camera pans away.
**
the scandal breaks
the next morning twitter is a mess.
#martinxy/n
#illitcortisbackstage
“are they HOLDING HANDS???”
dispatch releases an article analyzing the grainy footage like it’s cctv evidence.
comments flood in.
“how is the most dark boy and the most pink girl dating??? this is wild.”
“he looks like he steals street signs and she looks like she collects stickers???”
“honestly kinda cute though.”
“the contrast is insane but i’m living for it.”
your companies panic. meetings are held. statements are discussed.
but unexpectedly — shockingly — the public isn’t mad.
they’re fascinated.
the concept of “grunge boyfriend x fairy girlfriend” becomes a meme overnight.
edit accounts blow up.
fashion blogs call you “aesthetic opposites in the best way.”
and martin texts you:
“are we… trending because we’re holding hands???”
“apparently.”
“should we… talk? about us?”
your fingers shake as you type.
“yeah. we probably should.”
**
the talk
you meet on the roof of the broadcasting building — martin’s idea, which sounds rebellious until he admits it’s because he wanted privacy and fresh air.
he stands there in ripped jeans and a huge black hoodie. you stand there in a cream-colored knit dress.
you look like spring.
he looks like midnight.
and he smiles like he knows it.
“so,” he says quietly. “we’re in trouble.”
you laugh. “a little.”
“i’m not sorry though.”
you blink. “you’re not?”
he shakes his head. “i don’t want to hide that i like you. i know we have to be careful. i know dating isn’t easy for idols. but i’m not pretending i don’t feel what i feel.”
you don’t say anything at first — too busy staring at him, wondering how someone who looks like a walking rock concert can sound so gentle.
“i want to date you,” he says. “for real.”
you breathe out slowly. “i want that too.”
the relief on his face is visible.
he steps forward.
you meet him halfway.
and he wraps his arms around you — warm, surprisingly soft, holding you like you’re something fragile he wants to protect.
you bury your face in his chest. he smells like vanilla and cologne and something unfamiliar but comforting.
“we’ll go slow,” he murmurs. “we’ll be careful. but i’m not going anywhere.”
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synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s Luna and Jeonghan put their relationship to the test as they answer how well they really know each other in the Couple Quiz by GQ.
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backstreet’s back alright~ what could this possibly be about ?? it’s jeongna’s first public couple interview, but why now ? why are they both in white ? why now that jeonghan is almost finished with his service ? why not after he finishes ? why are jeongna everywhere ? what are they preparing us for ? . . . the wedding of the century perhaps ?!
╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ more interviews
The set was simple, it made everything else stand out more, a clean space with soft lighting that rested gently over them without being harsh, and in the middle of it Luna and Jeonghan sat across from each other dressed in white, the color making them look even softer against the background, like they had been placed there on purpose to contrast yet match at the same time.
They were both holding small cards in their hands, their fingers lightly gripping the edges as if they already knew what was coming but were still curious about how it would unfold. They both smiled at the camera at the same time, not rehearsed, just natural.
Luna leaned forward just slightly as she spoke first, her voice calm but bright. “Hi, GQ. I'm Luna.”
Jeonghan followed right after, his tone just as steady, his eyes still lingering on her for a second longer before shifting forward. “I'm Jeonghan.”
“And today we'll be taking the Couples Quiz.” Luna finished, her voice carried a small hint of amusement, like she already knew how this would go, and when she finished she turned her head toward him, catching him already looking at her, his gaze steady and unreadable but familiar in a way that made her lips curl just a little more.
“Who's going first?” Luna asked.
Jeonghan did not answer with words, he simply lifted his arm and stretched it out toward her, his hand forming a loose fist.
Luna let out a small breath of laughter before mirroring him, her arm extending forward until their hands hovered close, the space between them filled with something light and playful.
They both lifted their hands up and down in rhythm, the movement small but in sync.
“Rock, Papers, Scissors... shoot,” Luna muttered softly.
Their hands snapped into place at the same time, and when the shapes settled it was her scissors against his paper, a clean win, and Luna’s smile widened just a little as she pulled her hand back.
“Okay. I'll go first.”
She said it like she expected to, like she had already prepared herself for this moment, and she began flipping through the cards in her hand, her eyes scanning the questions briefly before she paused and looked back up at him, her expression shifting into something teasing.
“Ready? You'll have to get all of these right or I'll be very upset.”
Jeonghan leaned back into his seat, his posture relaxing as if the warning did nothing to shake him, and he gave a small nod, a quiet hum leaving him that carried confidence more than anything else, like he had already accepted the challenge without thinking twice.
Luna watched him for a second before she let out a soft giggle, her fingers adjusting the card before she read the first question aloud. “What was I wearing when you first saw me?” She lifted her gaze again immediately, her finger pointing at him to make sure he understood exactly what she meant. “When you first saw me. Not when you first spoke to me.”
Jeonghan nodded once, his expression barely changing as he answered without hesitation. “You were wearing a black shirt and black jeans, and you had red Converses on. You were wearing a black zip up sweater over it.” He paused just slightly, like he was looking at the memory again instead of just recalling it.
“You wore black a lot when we were trainees. That was one of the reasons you stood out to everyone.” His eyes shifted to her then, softer. “But you stood out to me because you were really pretty.”
For a moment Luna did not say anything, her smile already there but her cheeks slowly turning red as she nodded, her gaze dropping briefly before she looked back up.
“That's right, I had an emo phase.” She said it lightly, brushing it off even if the reaction lingered on her face, and she quickly moved on, flipping to the next card as if to hide it.
“What is something about me that people get completely wrong?”
Jeonghan answered just as easily, his tone calm. “It used to bother you how people thought you were rude because of how you look.”
Luna nodded immediately, not even letting him finish fully. “I have a resting bitch face.”
There was no hesitation in the way she said it, and Jeonghan let out a small breath of amusement before continuing, his voice steady. “People tend to have that as their first impression of you, that you're rude or a snob, but you're not.”
Luna watched him for a second before nodding again. “Correct.” She said before glancing down at her cards, her energy picking up again as she flipped to the next one. “Next question! What is my go-to order when I'm hungry and don't want to think of what to order?”
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, thinking for a second, not because he did not know but because he was choosing how to answer.
“Go to order? It depends on your mood…” He started slowly. “You normally go for something spicy. If you're feeling something Korean it's Jjamppong. If you're feeling Western it's pizza.”
Luna’s smile returned immediately, a little more playful this time. “What kind of pizza?” She asked it like a test, like she already knew he would get it right but wanted to see him say it anyway.
“Pepperoni pizza with stuffed crust.”
“That's correct.” Luna chuckled, clearly pleased.
Jeonghan turned his head toward the camera slightly, shifting just enough to include the viewers. “She dislikes pizza crusts and won’t eat them unless it’s stuffed.”
Luna nodded right away, her expression serious for a second as if defending herself. “I don’t like plain crust, it’s too dry, so if it’s stuffed I’ll eat it.”
She then glanced back at her card, her fingers tapping lightly against it before she read the next question “What is something I do when I'm shy or flustered? She lifted her gaze again, watching him closely. “You have to be very specific.”
Jeonghan’s lips curved slightly, like he already knew exactly what she was referring to, and he leaned forward just a bit this time as he answered. “You tuck your hair behind your ear even if it’s already tucked, your voice gets quieter without you noticing, and you blink a lot as if you’re trying to hide in your eyelids.”
Luna blinked at him, her lips parting just slightly before she let out a small laugh, her hand instinctively moving up to her hair before she caught herself halfway.
“I didn’t even know about the blinking thing…” Luna raised her eyebrow at him.
Jeonghan nodded. “You blink a lot when you’re flustered.”
Luna shook her head lightly, still smiling, and moved on. “You got all those right, I guess.” She flipped the card. “What is my most used phrase or reaction when I'm annoyed?”
Before she could even look up properly, Jeonghan was already reacting, his face shifting as he mimicked her, his eyes rolling slightly before he spoke in a tone that was clearly hers. “Yoon Jeonghan!”
Luna immediately turned toward the camera, laughing under her breath, her shoulders shaking just a little. “That's my most used reaction when I'm annoyed because he annoys me the most.”
Jeonghan muttered quietly under his breath, just loud enough to be heard. “It's because I like hearing you say my name like that.”
Luna let out another laugh at that, her eyes briefly closing as she shook her head. Her gaze back went to the cards in her hand, her fingers sliding one forward as her smile settled into something more focused, though the softness from before still lingered in the way her lips curved, and without looking up right away she read the next question.
“What did I want to be when I was younger?”
She finally lifted her eyes to him, watching him carefully, and Jeonghan did not take long to answer, his voice steady like he had gone over this before in his head without realizing it.
“You first wanted to be a prima ballerina. Then you wanted to be a psychologist at some point before you wanted to be an idol.”
Luna’s expression shifted almost immediately, her smile widening just a little as she nodded. “Correct!”
Jeonghan leaned back just slightly, his gaze still on her as he added without hesitation. “You achieved the first two dreams in some shape or form.”
For a brief second Luna did not speak, her smile softening as her eyes dropped for a moment before she nodded again, slower this time. “I did.”
There was a small pause, not uncomfortable, just enough for the weight of that to sit, before Jeonghan spoke again, his voice just as calm but softer.
“You're amazing.”
Luna looked back up at him, the compliment landing without surprise.
“Thank you.” She said, shifting in her seat slightly, as if brushing off the moment before it could linger too long, her fingers already moving to the next card.
“Next question… What is my biggest pet peeve?”
Jeonghan leaned forward this time, his elbows coming closer to his knees as he looked at her, his lips already curving with a hint of mischief. “How much time to we have?” He teased, and Luna immediately let out a laugh, shaking her head as if she already knew what was coming.
He did not stop there, his tone turning into something more animated as he went on. “You have a few, but your biggest pet peeve is when someone doesn't close the door after opening it.”
The moment he said it Luna physically reacted, her shoulders lifting slightly as she cringed, her expression tightening before she straightened up in her seat almost instinctively, like she had been waiting for an excuse to say this out loud.
“It doesn’t make sense to me when people open a door, enter, and leave it wide open as if they have a long tail trailing behind them.” She paused only to breathe before continuing, her brows pulling together. “It’s not hard to shut the door afterwards. It’s so annoying. I don’t know why, but it genuinely gets me heated.”
As she spoke Jeonghan slowly turned his head toward the camera, nodding once, his expression calm but knowing, like he had seen this exact reaction too many times before.
“You also hate people who are rude, people who lack common sense, people who walk slow, people who chew loudly… you hate being woken up by turning the lights on. You also hate when someone goes 'Tch'." He shifted slightly before continuing, adding more with the same ease.
Luna was already nodding before he even finished, her lips pressing together in agreement, and from behind the camera a voice from the producer cut in. “Why do you hate when people go 'Tch'?”
Luna turned toward the direction of the voice, her expression thoughtful for a second before she answered. “I don’t know why, but usually people make that sound when they are worrying about something or frustrated about something.” She tilted her head slightly as she continued, trying to explain it clearly. “And I feel like it’s annoying because it’s like they’re making it known they’re annoyed but won’t say anything… they just want you to know they’re annoyed. Does that make sense?”
Jeonghan let out a small chuckle under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he looked at her. “You're so passionate.”
Luna let out a quiet breath of laughter, nodding like she was aware of it herself. “I know.” She answered before quickly moving on, flipping the card again.
“Anyway, next question. What is my ideal day off?”
Jeonghan did not even need a second for that one. “Staying at home doing nothing.”
“Yup. I don't get to do that often, so whenever I can I just rot in bed.” Luna elaborated with a nod, and without lingering she moved to the next question, her eyes lighting up just a little as she read it.
“Next question... ooh this one is good—What is my favorite nickname from you?”
Jeonghan paused this time, actually thinking, his eyes drifting for a second as if sorting through options.
“You call me a lot of nicknames.” Luna said, watching him closely.
Jeonghan hummed before answering, “My moon.”
Luna’s smile returned immediately, softer this time, and she nodded. “That is my favorite, but it has to be a complete answer.”
Jeonghan let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Alright, my pretty moon.”
Luna giggled, she turned her head toward the camera for a second, giving a quick wink before looking back down at her cards.
“Ooh, this one is... okay,” She said before reading the next question out loud, her tone shifting just slightly. “When did I realize that I liked you more than a friend?”
Jeonghan snickered almost immediately, not even pretending to think. “That's a trick question because you always liked me more than a friend.”
Luna tried to keep her composure but it showed, the way her lips pressed together as she held back a laugh, her cheeks warming as she avoided looking at him, her eyes dropping down to the next card instead.
“You're one to talk.” She muttered under her breath, and Jeonghan only shrugged in response, a small smirk settling on his lips as he watched her.
“Moving on...” Luna said quickly, clearing her throat slightly as she continued. “What is something I always steal from you?”
“My clothes.” Jeonghan answered right away.
“You have to be specific.”
“Hoodies,” He said. “Specifically the oversized yellow hoodie.”
“That's right. It's technically mine at this point.” Luna said, lifting her chin slightly as if claiming it fully.
“What's mine is yours. It doesn't matter.” Jeonghan did not look away from her as he responded.
Luna held his gaze for just a second before she looked back down at her cards again. “How many tattoos do I have?” She asked. “Bonus points if you can name what they all are.”
Jeonghan straightened up in his seat this time, his eyes scanning over her instinctively as if the answer was written there, and he let out a quiet breath.
“Give me second...”
Luna nodded, watching him as he went quiet, his gaze moving carefully all over her body as he counted on his fingers one by one, his focus clear.
“You have seven.” He started, then continued without rushing. “The number ‘17’ on the side of your right wrist, a crescent moon on the left side of your wrist, a small letter ‘J’ inside your left ring finger, a bow at the back of your right hand, the word 'eventually' in between your right middle finger, one on your right side by your ribcage that says 'lady of the moon' and one on the back of your neck that says 'lovebug'."
Luna broke into a smile before she even spoke, her hands coming together in a small clap. “Correct.” She said, her tone bright as she nodded at him. “That was really good.” She added, clearly impressed.
Jeonghan leaned back again, satisfied but not surprised.
Luna flipped to the next card without wasting time. “What is something I do when I'm jealous?”
Jeonghan let out a small chuckle at that, his head tilting slightly. “You rarely get jealous.”
“That's true. But what do I do when I am?” Luna pressed, watching him carefully.
“You either ignore me completely or don't leave my side. There's no in between.” He answered confidently.
Before Luna could respond the producer’s voice came in again from behind the camera. “What situation do you ignore him versus not leaving his side?”
“It depends.” Luna and Jeonghan said in unison, their voices overlapping perfectly.
Luna let out a soft laugh right after, shaking her head slightly as the moment settled between them. She then lifted the next card, her fingers lightly tapping against the edge as she glanced down for a brief second before looking back up at him, her expression already hinting that she expected him to get this right without effort.
“What irrational fear do I have?” She asked, “This is really easy.”
There was a small lift of her brow, almost challenging, but the softness in her eyes gave her away, he knows this, he always does.
Jeonghan nodded immediately, not even needing a second to think as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against his knee while counting off in a calm and steady tone.
“You’re scared of spiders,” he began, his voice even as if he were reciting something he had gone over many times before, “you’re claustrophobic, you hate throwing up, you’re scared of the dark because in extension you are scared of going blind,” he continued, his lips pressing together briefly as he recalled the rest, “and you’re scared of the deep sea.” He finished without hesitation, his gaze fixed on her as if confirming each one as he said it.
Luna nodded along as he spoke, her lips curling into a small smile that grew wider with each correct answer before she let out a quiet hum of agreement. “Other than those things, I’m scared of nothing else irrational,” she said.
She shifted slightly in her seat, the card in her hand flipping to the next one as her eyes skimmed over it before she read it aloud. “What movies or shows do I enjoy watching?” Luna asked Jeonghan as she watched him expectantly.
Jeonghan let out a soft breath, tilting his head as if organizing his thoughts before answering. “You watch a lot of animated shows and movies,” he started, his tone thoughtful but confident, “you prefer comedy over dramas, and you have a weird obsession with documentaries, especially crime documentaries.” He finished, glancing at her with a faint smile as if already knowing he had it right.
Luna smiled at that, her shoulders relaxing as she nodded. “I love a good documentary,” she said, her voice soft with a hint of fondness.
“She was sobbing over an animal documentary a few weeks ago,” Jeonghan said to the camera, his tone calm but carrying a quiet amusement as he turned his head slightly.
“I was,” Luna admitted without hesitation, her lips pressing together briefly before she let out a small breath of a laugh, “they’re unnecessarily sad.”
Without lingering too long, she moved on, flipping to the next card with practiced ease. “What kind of pets did I have growing up?”
Jeonghan answered just as quickly. “You used to have a lot of childhood pets, but you didn’t have anything with fur because your mom is allergic,” he said before continuing without pause, “you had two goldfishes, two angelfishes, two janitor fishes, two turtles, and two hermit crabs.”
Luna’s face lit up at that, her smile widening as she leaned back slightly. “I’m so happy you remember,” she said.
“Of course,” Jeonghan hummed softly, his lips curving into a small smile as he looked at her.
Luna tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes as she added, “I’ll give you bonus points if you can tell me why I had two of each.”
“It’s because you didn’t want them to get lonely,” Jeonghan said with a small smirk, his answer coming easily before he turned his head toward the camera, his expression softening into something more amused, “Isn’t she so cute?”
Luna let out a quiet laugh at that, shaking her head slightly as she looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “You’re such a smooth talker,” she said, her tone teasing but not denying it.
She moved on quickly after that, her fingers tightening slightly around the last card as she glanced down at it. “This is the last question,” Luna said, her voice carrying a small hint of anticipation, “Out of all the gifts you have given me, what’s my favorite one?”
Jeonghan paused this time, his brows drawing together slightly as he thought, his gaze dropping for a second before lifting back up to her. “It’s either Bugs or that ring on your finger,” he said after a few seconds, his tone measured but sure.
Luna nodded almost immediately, her smile softening as she looked at him. “Those are my two favorites,” she confirmed, her voice quieter this time.
There was a brief moment where she simply looked at him, her expression filled with something warm before she let out a small laugh, shaking her head lightly. “You got all of the questions correct,” Luna said, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and admiration.
Jeonghan nodded once, leaning back slightly as a small, confident smile settled on his face. “Of course I got a perfect score,” he said, his tone playful but assured, “I’m just that good.” His eyes flickered toward her, the corner of his lips lifting a little more. “You have to get a perfect score as well now.”
He reached for his cards then, picking them up with ease as Luna straightened in her seat, her posture shifting into something more focused as she prepared herself. There was a small spark of determination in her eyes as she looked at him, ready.
“Bet,” Luna said, her voice certain, as she waited for the first question.
“Okay, first question...” Jeonghan said, scanning through his cards before continuing, “What is something I do when I want your attention?”
Luna did not even take a second to think, her answer coming out immediately as if it had been waiting. “Be extra annoying.” She said it so plainly that it made the crew behind the camera let out a quiet laugh, her tone carrying a certainty that came from experience.
Jeonghan’s lips curved into a slow smirk, his head tilting slightly as he leaned forward just a little, clearly enjoying this. “In what way?” Jeonghan smirked, asking her to elaborate, his eyes fixed on her as if he already knew what she was about to say and wanted to hear it anyway.
Luna exhaled softly through her nose, already amused as she glanced at the camera before looking back at him.
“Remember the door closing thing I mentioned earlier?” Luna looked at the camera, her brows lifting slightly as if pulling them into the moment, “That. He leaves the door open knowing it will get my attention.” Her voice held a mix of disbelief and familiarity, like it was something she had accepted long ago.
Jeonghan let out a quiet chuckle at that, his shoulders lifting slightly as he nodded, not even trying to deny it. There was something satisfied in the way he reacted, like he took pride in how well he annoyed her.
He moved on smoothly, his eyes dropping back to the card as he read the next one. “When and where was our first kiss?” he asked, his tone casual but his gaze flickering up to her with quiet interest.
Luna’s reaction was immediate, her expression shifting as a faint blush crept up her cheeks, her lips parting slightly before she let out a small breath of a laugh. “I wasn't expecting that question.” She said it softly, almost to herself, her fingers tightening slightly around her own cards as she tried to gather her thoughts.
Jeonghan raised a brow at her, watching her closely. “You don't remember?” he asked, his tone light but carrying a hint of teasing that only made her more aware of his attention.
“I do...” Luna said, her voice quieter now as she shook her head slightly as if clearing it, “It was in your car on the drive home from Wonwoo's birthday six years ago.” Her voice steadied as she spoke, her eyes lifting to meet his again.
Jeonghan’s expression softened at that, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched her. “You remember everything, don't you?” he teased gently, his tone low and amused.
“Yes! Next question!” Luna waved him off quickly, her hand making a small dismissive motion as she avoided holding his gaze for too long, already knowing the look he was giving her.
There was a quiet glint in Jeonghan’s eyes as he watched her for a moment longer before moving on, flipping to the next card. “What was the first thing I ever said to you when we first met?” He asked.
Luna’s expression softened instantly, her smile turning fond as the memory settled in her mind.
“You introduced yourself to me, asked me my name, welcomed me, and then told me if I needed anything that I could tell you.” She answered with a smile, her voice carrying a warmth that lingered in the air. “You kept me company the entire time, making me laugh because you said I looked like I needed a laugh.”
Jeonghan watched her as she spoke, something softer settling in his expression before he nodded. “Correct. Good job.”
“Next question… Oh—Who is my celebrity crush?” There was already a smirk on his face as he asked it, his eyes narrowing slightly in amusement.
Luna let out a small breath of a laugh, her lips curving as she tilted her head. “If it's not me then I don't want to hear the correct answer.” Luna joked, her tone light but her eyes watching him carefully.
“That's too bad because it's actually—” Jeonghan started teasing, his voice stretching the words just enough to make her react.
Before he could finish, Luna leaned forward and playfully poked him with the pointy end of her shoe, her expression warning but amused as he broke into laughter.
“I'm joking.” He said quickly, his laughter soft but genuine.
“I know... you're obsessed with me.” Luna said nonchalantly, her tone steady as if it were a simple fact.
Jeonghan’s smile deepened at that, his eyes lingering on her. “You get a point for that.” He said, winking at her before shifting his attention back to the cards.
“Next question...” he continued, his voice smooth as he read, “Where did we go on our first date?”
“The zoo.” Luna answered immediately, her lips curving as she leaned back slightly. “Because you said if I got bored, at least the animals would be entertaining enough to save the date.” She added, her tone carrying a hint of teasing as she looked at him.
Jeonghan let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. “That was a good reason.” He said, his voice light.
“It was a very you reason.” Luna replied, her eyes narrowing slightly in amusement.
“It worked, didn’t it?” he shot back, his brows lifting.
“It did.” Luna admitted, her smile softening as she looked at him.
Jeonghan nodded once, satisfied. “Another point for you.” he said before moving on without missing a beat. “What was I wearing when we first met? These are easy questions.”
Luna smiled back, her answer immediate. “A neon green shirt with your name written on it, the shirt they made the trainees wear.”
“Correct!” Jeonghan said, his tone bright with approval as he flipped to the next card, “What's my routine before I go to sleep?”
“Nowadays? Or before you started your service?” Luna asked, her brows pulling together slightly as she needed the clarification.
“Nowadays.” Jeonghan answered simply.
Luna straightened in her seat slightly, her expression focused as she answered, “Once you get home from work you immediately shower, then you eat dinner if you feel like it which is most of the time, then you lay in bed scrolling on your phone or we watch a movie we’ll never finish, then you brush your teeth, and go to bed and sleep.” Her voice was steady, each step coming naturally as she listed them out.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “You're missing one step.” He said it casually, but there was something in his tone that made it clear he had been waiting to say it.
Luna frowned slightly, her brows furrowing as she replayed her answer in her head. “No I didn't.” She said, her voice firm as she looked at him.
“You did.” Jeonghan smirked at her, clearly enjoying this.
“I didn't. What did I miss?” she asked, leaning forward slightly now, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Jeonghan’s smile turned more smug as he answered, “Before I go to sleep, I kiss you first. You missed the most important step.”
Luna let out a small laugh in disbelief, her head tilting back slightly before she rolled her eyes playfully, her lips still curved as she turned her head toward the camera. “He is doing too much because he knows this interview is relationship centered.” She said it with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation, her tone giving him away completely.
Jeonghan chuckled softly at her reaction, clearly pleased with himself. “You'll get a point for that anyway because I'm generous.” he said as he leaned back slightly.
“I get a point because I was right!” Luna retorted immediately, her voice quick as she looked at him, not letting him have the last word.
Jeonghan did not waste any time as he lifted the next card, his fingers sliding it forward with ease as his eyes scanned the question before he read it aloud. “What's my zodiac sign?”
“Libra.” Luna answered without hesitation. She did not even pause before adding, a small smile forming on her lips as she tilted her head slightly, “That's easy... what's my zodiac sign?”
Jeonghan’s lips curved immediately, his eyes glinting with mischief as he answered without missing a beat. “Intj.”
Luna’s reaction was instant as she reached over and smacked his arm, her brows pulling together in disbelief while her lips parted in protest. “Ya! That's correct and wrong at the same time.” she said, her tone caught between amused and mildly offended.
Jeonghan let out a quiet laugh, clearly pleased with himself before answering properly this time, his voice softer as he looked at her. “You're an Aquarius, baby.”
“Mm hmm.” she said, nodding as she settled back slightly, accepting the answer with a small satisfied hum.
He flipped to the next card, his fingers tapping lightly against it before reading, “What's something that you weren't expecting to love about me?”
Luna let out a soft chuckle at that, her eyes briefly dropping before lifting again as she answered, her voice carrying a quiet honesty. “That you’re annoying.” She said it plainly, but there was warmth in the way she spoke. “Normally that would obviously annoy me with other people,” she continued, her lips curving into a small smile as she looked at him, “but it’s one of the traits I love the most about you.”
Jeonghan watched her as she spoke, his expression softening just slightly before shifting into something more playful again. “So you’re saying I’m special?” he asked.
“You’re saying that, not me.” Luna replied immediately, though the smile on her face betrayed her words.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, studying her for a brief moment before nodding as if accepting her answer anyway. “Sure, sure. I’ll take that.”
He moved on, flipping the card with practiced ease as he read the next question. “What are your nicknames for me? You also have a lot.”
“Jeonghannie, Hannie, Han, Jeongie, and Angel Boy.” Luna answered confidently, her voice steady as she listed them off without missing one.
Jeonghan’s lips curled into another smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her. “Don't forget...” he said, lifting the cards up to cover his mouth from the camera as he mouthed something to her.
Luna frowned slightly, her brows knitting together as she leaned forward, trying to catch what he was saying. “Huh?” she said, her voice filled with confusion.
Jeonghan mouthed something again.
She squinted slightly, trying to read his lips again, still not getting it. “What?”
Without warning, Jeonghan hooked his foot around the leg of her chair and pulled her closer, the movement smooth as it caught her off guard.
Luna’s eyes widened in surprise as she was pulled toward him, her body shifting forward before he leaned in and whispered something quietly into her ear.
Her eyes went even wider before she pulled back and smacked him, her hand landing against his arm as he threw his head back and laughed, the sound full and unrestrained.
“You're so annoying. Read the next question.” she told him, her voice trying to sound firm but the slight shake of her head and the lingering smile on her lips gave her away.
Jeonghan gathered himself, clearing his throat lightly as he looked back down at the cards, though the grin had not fully left his face. “What's my favorite Lego set I built?” he read.
Luna’s expression brightened instantly, her eyes lighting up as she let out a small gasp. “You really enjoyed the Ferrari set,” she said, her voice animated as she leaned forward slightly, “and the Bowser one we built together.”
Jeonghan nodded at that, his expression softening again. “The cars are my favorite ones,” he said, his tone calm as he confirmed it, “but yeah, the recent one we built... Bowser is my new favorite.”
Luna nodded, her smile lingering as she turned her head toward the camera. “We both have a Lego addiction,” she said.
“What’s your favorite set you’ve built?” the producer asked from behind the camera.
Luna turned back slightly, her expression thoughtful for a moment before answering. “Hannie bought me the Hogwarts Castle that had like six-thousand something pieces. We spent three whole days building it together.” Her voice softened slightly at the memory, her eyes flickering toward him.
Jeonghan watched her as she spoke, his gaze steady and fond, the corner of his lips lifting just slightly.
Luna continued, her hands moving slightly as she spoke, more animated now. “It’s the biggest Lego set we have,” she said, her tone filled with a quiet pride, “and it was one of the reasons we bought a bigger house.” She let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head slightly. “Now we have an entire separate room filled with just our Legos.”
Jeonghan let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement. “It got out of control.”
“You encourage it.” Luna shot back immediately, her brows lifting as she looked at him.
“That goes both ways. I encourage you, you encourage me.” he replied just as quickly.
“We’re bad for each other.” she said, teasing.
“Absolutely terrible.” Jeonghan winked at her, playing along.
He moved on to read the next question, “What is something I cannot leave the house without?”
“Phone, wallet, earphones... and your emotional support item.” She answered with confidence, her eyes flickering toward him as if waiting for his reaction.
Jeonghan’s face immediately broke into a grin, his head dipping in a small nod as he looked at her. “Correct!” he said as he flipped to the next card between his fingers. “This is another easy one. What is my favorite season of the year?”
Luna let out a soft breath of a laugh, her shoulders relaxing as she answered, “That's easy! We like the opposite sides of the season. I like spring and you like autumn.”
Jeonghan smiled at that as he nodded. “That's right. Good job.” His voice softened slightly as he said it, his gaze lingering on her for a second longer than needed.
Luna turned her head toward the camera then, her lips curving into a small smile as she added, “Basically we like it when it's not too hot and not too cold.”
Jeonghan let out a quiet chuckle at that, shaking his head slightly before looking back down at the cards, already moving on. “What were we doing when I proposed to you? Bonus points if you remember where it was.”
The moment the question left his lips, Luna’s expression shifted, her eyes dropping for a brief second as a faint blush crept up her cheeks, her fingers tightening slightly around her own cards. She took a small breath before answering, her voice softer now. “We were skipping rocks on the lake at a park in Berlin.”
Jeonghan looked at her with a small smile, his eyes soft as he nodded. “That’s correct.” His voice carried a quiet satisfaction, but there was something gentler underneath it. “You even got the bonus.” He added, his tone teasing lightly.
Luna let out a small laugh, shaking her head slightly as she looked at him. “Of course I did.”
There was a quiet confidence in her voice, but her cheeks were still faintly flushed.
Jeonghan glanced back down at the cards, though there was a hint of mischief returning to his expression as he asked her another question. “Is it true that you passed out when I proposed to you?”
Luna’s head snapped up at that, her eyes immediately narrowing as she caught the look on his face, disbelief written all over hers before it turned into a laugh. “That's not a question! Don't lie!” she said, her voice quick as she reached out instinctively to grab his cards, her hand brushing against his as he pulled them slightly out of reach, laughing.
“I didn't pass out...” Luna pointed at the camera as she clarified, her brows lifting as if addressing the viewers directly while Jeonghan continued chuckling beside her. “Almost, but I didn't.” she added, her tone firm but still laced with amusement.
There was a brief pause before the producer’s voice came from behind the camera, clear and amused. “You both got perfect scores.”
Luna’s eyes widened slightly before she turned toward Jeonghan, a bright smile breaking across her face as she lifted both her hands toward him. He mirrored her instantly, and they met in the middle with a double high five, both hands connecting at once with a soft clap.
“Good job.” Jeonghan said, his voice warm as he looked at her, his smile lingering.
“You too.” Luna replied.
“Can we end it with a kiss?” the producer asked, his tone teasing.
Luna and Jeonghan both turned to look at each other at the same time, a brief moment of shared understanding passing between them before Jeonghan reached out, his hand coming up to cup the side of her neck gently. He leaned in without hesitation and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
Luna smiled at that instantly, her eyes crinkling slightly as she let out a small breath of a laugh.
“On the lips.” the producer teased, chuckling from behind the camera.
Luna shook her head lightly, still smiling as she glanced toward the camera. “He knows better not to kiss me when I have lipstick on.” she said, her tone amused.
Jeonghan let out a quiet laugh beside her, nodding in agreement. “She'll tear my head off if I ruin her lipstick.” he said, his voice light as Luna lifted her hand and gave a small wave toward the camera.
The moment lingered for just a second longer before it naturally faded, the two of them still smiling as the scene came to an end.
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@/caratwonwoo • 17 hours ago ╰ SURPRISE DROP??? HELLO??? I OPENED YOUTUBE HALF ASLEEP AND GOT HIT WITH JEONGNA COUPLES QUIZ I AM NOT OKAY 😭😭 this is their FIRST OFFICIAL INTERVIEW AS A COUPLE and they just sat there in white looking like a wedding photoshoot like what do you MEAN?!
@/hanieloveclub • 17 hours ago ╰ when she said “When do I realized I liked you more than a friend?” and he just looked at her like that… and said ““That's a trick question because you always liked me more than a friend.” i’m actually unwell.
@/seokminsmiles • 16 hours ago ╰ the way he listed EVERYTHING she was wearing the first time he saw her down to the red converses??? sir that is not memory that is DEVOTION 😫 we’re not even a minute in!
@/cheolsversion • 15 hours ago ╰ “Yoon Jeonghan!” PLEASEEE the way he mimicked her and then admitted he likes hearing her say his name like that… i need to lie down
@/junhuicat • 14 hours ago ╰ 05:37 JIYEON’S RANT ABOUT THE DOOR NOT BEING CLOSED AND HIM NODDING AT THE CAMERA LIKE “see” IM CRYING they are literally married behavior already 😭
@/minghaosart • 13 hours ago ╰ not him casually saying she achieved all her dreams and calling her amazing and she just softly goes “I did.” like ??? THE INTIMACY ???
@/vernonfilmz • 10 hours ago ╰ 09:30 WHEN HE SAID HE KISSES HER BEFORE SLEEP AND SHE MISSED THAT STEP… the way she rolled her eyes but smiled?? yeah they’re SICK for this 🫠
@/hoshihoranghae • 10 hours ago ╰ “What's mine is yours. It doesn't matter.” JESUS FUCK YOON JEONGHAN WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!
@/dkenergy • 8 hours ago ╰ “My moon… my pretty moon.” i’m done. pack it up. nobody talk to me ever again. he really looked at her like she hung the damn sky.
@/baebylunalover • 7 hours ago ╰ i don’t know who needs to hear this but LUNA IS SO PRETTY IT’S ILLEGAL. the way Jeonghan kept staring at her like she’s the only person in the room… chemistry is felt THROUGH THE SCREEN! i swear i felt like i was intruding on a date! This interview is TOO intimate 😭
@/jeonghanshalo • 6 hours ago ╰ i blinked and suddenly they’re talking about their FIRST KISS IN HIS CAR??? on the drive home??? six years ago??? after Wonwoo’s birthday??? oh they’ve been insane for each other for a long time.
@/mingyusbiceps • 6 hours ago ╰ 00:30 the way she said “Ready? You’ll have to get all of these right or I’ll be very upset.” and he just leaned back like he already KNOWS everything… yeah that man studied her like a textbook
@/nanayaluna • 5 hours ago ╰ YOON JEONGHAN PULLING LUNA’S CHAIR WITH HIS FOOT TO WHISPER IN HER EAR!!! LORD HAVE MERCY 🥵🥵🥵
@/wooahae • 5 hours ago ╰ Jeonghan: “You wore black a lot when we were trainees. That was one of the reasons you stood out to everyone. But you stood out to me because you were really pretty.” HELLOOOO?!!!
@/hoshishamster • 4 hours ago ╰ HER FACE WHEN HE GOT THE TATTOOS RIGHT??? ALL OF THEM??? even the tiny ones??? i’m actually screaming Jeonghan is a human Bae Jiyeon Encyclopedia 😝
@/dinosfuture • 3 hours ago ╰ 10:35 “What did I miss?” “I kiss you before I sleep.” HELLO??? SIR??? THIS IS A PUBLIC PLATFORM
@/scoupsleadernim • 2 hours ago ╰ i love how she kept trying to move on when he got smug like she KNOWS he’s about to say something that’ll embarrass her 😭 their dynamic is everything to me! I miss them soo much 🩷
@/caratdeul • 1 hour ago ╰ the way they both said “It depends.” at the same time about Jiyeon’s jealousy… yeah they’ve had that conversation before LMAO
@/hanieangelcore • 1 hour ago ╰ 11:50 when he mouthed something and pulled her chair closer??? and she smacked him after??? WHAT DID HE SAY I NEED ANSWERS!!!
@/moonlightbaeby • 30 minutes ago ╰ the lego room reveal??? SIX THOUSAND PIECE HOGWARTS SET??? they really built a whole life together brick by brick i’m crying
@/ot14forever • 52 minutes ago ╰ the way they both got perfect scores like of course they did… they’ve been orbiting each other for YEARS this was light work for them 😭
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Synopsis ❧ Idol!reader and Ushijima secret relationship faces a viral "soft launch" when he accidentally wanders shirtless into her live vlog.
It was supposed to be a simple "Get Ready With Me" vlog for the group’s official channel. You had your ring light set up on the vanity of your shared apartment, the camera angled perfectly to show your skincare routine while keeping the rest of the room a blur.
"And then, for the final step, I use this rosewater mist," you chirped at the lens, holding the bottle up. "It’s super refreshing after a long dance practice—"
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The rhythmic, heavy sound of footsteps approached. You froze. You had forgotten that today was Ushijima’s "active recovery" day.
The door swung open. Ushijima strode into the frame, shirtless, with a towel draped around his neck and a gallon-sized water bottle in one hand. He didn't look at the camera. He didn't even look at you. He walked straight to the closet behind you, reached for a fresh training shirt on the top shelf revealing every rippling muscle in his back to your 5 million subscribers and then paused.
He finally noticed the glowing ring light.
The silence lasted for five very long, very high-definition seconds.
Ushijima turned his head slowly, squinting at the camera lens as if it were a particularly difficult blocker at the net. You sat there, misting bottle paralyzed in mid-air.
"Are you recording a video?" he asked, his voice a deep, morning gravel.
"Toshi," you whispered, your face turning a shade of red that matched your group’s official fandom color. "I'm live-recording. To the internet. Right now."
He looked at the camera again. Most people would have ducked or dived out of the way. Ushijima Wakatoshi simply adjusted his posture.
"I see," he said. He stepped closer, his massive shoulder completely obscuring your face from the frame. He leaned down until his nose was inches from the lens. "Hello. Please ensure she eats the breakfast I left on the counter. She often forgets when she is focused on her choreography."
"Toshi! Get out!" you squealed, pushing his solid bicep. It was like trying to move a redwood tree.
"I am leaving," he said, unfazed. He looked back at the lens one last time. "Also, our next home game is on Saturday. Tickets are available on the V-League website. Goodbye."
He walked out, shutting the door with a firm, decisive click.
You sat in stunned silence for a moment before looking at the recording monitor. The comments section of the "preview" clip was already moving so fast it was a blur of gibberish.
Y/Nbunny: IS THAT SCHWEIDEN ADLERS USHIJIMA?!
hugs4Y/N: DID HE JUST PLUG HIS VOLLEYBALL GAME ON A BEAUTY VLOG??
foreverY/N: THE BACK MUSCLES. I AM GOING FERAL.
loveY/N: 'Please ensure she eats’ I'm crine he's so blunt but so sweet??
You sighed, burying your face in your hands. Your manager was going to have a heart attack, but your engagement metrics were about to hit an all time high.
( WARDROBE MALFUNCTION ) ateez x ninth member!f!reader ✶ poly!ateez
──── you have a wardrobe malfunction during the group’s mbc end of the year performance.
2025 ୨୧ word count : 1.8k ୨୧ warnings : language, kind of suggestive teasing/flirting, almost flashing everyone, think i got everything ୨୧ mdni ୨୧ note : first writing of 2026 🥳 ending felt a little ehh lol – bora is your stylist, check out this post for the other members of your staff! check out your outfit!
you almost never had issues with your stage outfits. everything you wear is something that you and bora both decide on. it’s how you manage to still match with the guys, but can still always stand out. it was important in the idol world to stand out, but to not outshine the other members.
but like… you still wanted to look good on stage.
"damn, babe, you got safety shorts on?" mingi's voice brings your attention to the present as you turn to look at your tall boyfriend. his eyes raking over your body and outfit several times before they finally meet your own.
"yeah, why?" you ask, turning your backside to the mirror that you were looking at. you adjust your shorts a little – tugging them up more than what mingi thought was possible – before turning back to him.
"because your whole butt is about to fall into my hand," he says, cupping his hand slightly as if to gesture him grabbing your butt.
you roll your eyes at him, "whatever, mr. i-always-grab-my-dick-when-rapping." it's after you say that you feel the gentle touch of someone's fingers going along your bare back (thanks to your cute halter top). you turn to see seonghwa smiling at you as his hands rests at your hip, his fingers playing with the small tassels of your belt.
"hi, pretty girl," he says, giving a chaste kiss to your cheek. "you giving mingi a hard time?"
"he was admiring my butt in my shorts," you say teasingly and could hear mingi stuttering from next to you.
"no, i– well, maybe!" you hear him say, making you smirk before spinning in order to show your outfit off to seonghwa. his gaze hot as he watches you do so, and you can't help the butterflies that swarm your stomach.
"do i look pretty? sexy?" you ask, posing.
seonghwa lets out a chuckle, "always."
"ateez! please make your way to the stage!" you hear a staff member call out. seonghwa gestures for you to go first and you do so with him and mingi falling behind you.
when the nine of you are all lined up backstage, you can't help but allow the pre-stage chaos to calm your nerves. even after seven years of being an idol, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement but also nervousness. staff were moving all around you, making final checks here and there to make sure everything goes smoothly for the performance.
bora comes up to you, dayeon trailing behind her and the two of them double check everything on you. in-ear: check, mic: check, make-up: flawless, outfit–
bora's hand comes around the back of your neck, her manicured fingers hovering over the knot that tied your top together. "do you need your top tightened?"
when she pulls her hand away, you immediately reach to gently check it yourself. feels secure enough, mihee is usually good at tying the knots in a way that usually never comes undone.
"no, it's good," you say confidently, and she nods before wishing you luck right as the nine of you go on stage.
you and the others take your places, the lights dim but you can feel the excitement from the fans in the crowd. you're sitting on one of the tables in-between san and mingi. in the darkness, you can feel san's hand give your thigh and firm squeeze before he's pulling away. their lightinys glowing and it easily helps wash away any nerves you felt when backstage.
then the music starts.
you feel the adrenaline kick in as your body moves to the song like its second nature. muscle memory kicking in and carrying you through each of the steps. the music, the crowd, and the stage all feels like home based on how you move. at this point in your life it really was second nature to you.
you are so into the performance that you don't notice the knot beginning to loosen at first.
you were in the middle of dancing when the knot on your top started to feel... not so secure around you. you feel one of the ends touch the center of your back – lower than what you remember.
you felt your heart stutter a little at the realization, the knot was coming undone. shit, shit, shit! your hand immediately comes around to the back where you feel the knot is not even a knot anymore. you figure you dancing and moving around is what undoes it even more.
you do your best to not panic; because, that's the last thing you need. so, you keep moving, performing while your hand keeps your top from falling and flashing literally everyone. you angle your body just slightly, like it's a part of the choreo, as you move into the next position. the music never slows once despite the thunder in your ears at this point.
don't panic, don't panic, don't panic.
as you move closer to the tables for the next part of the choreography, that's when you make eye contact with wooyoung. yours eyes lock and he can immediately tell what's wrong. his face doesn’t change, but you notice he seamlessly changes his path to make his way over to you.
you have to take one of your in-ears out you're so overwhelmed at this point. maybe a little embarrassed too because you know someone is witnessing your wardrobe malfunction.
the seconds are going by too fast and too slow all at the same time. your part is coming up.
wooyoung is quick though. he easily takes the ties of your top and reties the knot in seconds. probably not as flattering as when mihee tied it, but at the point you don't care. you just when the damn thing tied. you're thankfully all the other members and back-up dancers are all blocking this moment.
you feel relief crashing over you all at once as you meet wooyoung's eyes. you mouth a quick, thank you! and he gives the smallest nod in return. he's then quickly helping you onto the tables, his hands giving your own a firm squeeze before he's pulling away and moving to his next position.
the back-up dancers surge around you on cue. their large, vibrant blue, feathered fans obscuring your body from the crowd. to everyone else, it looks absolutely flawless. everything coming together like it's suppose to once again. you're glad the rest of the performance went off without any issues.
however, you couldn't shake the thundering beat of your heart in your ears even when it was all over. you smile, posing like always, taking in the crowds cheers as the lights dim.
it’s over.
it's over and you're okay now.
you press your hand to your chest in an attempt to ground yourself as you and the others make your way offstage. your whole body buzzing as are immediately swarmed all at once by staff.
bora, mihee, and some of the boys' stylist all crowding around you. someone throwing a jacket over your shoulders after they had all checked your outfit. wanting to make sure the incident didn't happen again.
"oh my god, y/n, are you okay?" bora asked, clearly worried about the wardrobe issue.
"yeah, i'm all good. wooyoung helped me," you said, turning your head to see the guys standing not too far from you. some talking with the other staff and some watching you. you know wooyoung must have told them once you got offstage. either that or they noticed it all happen while on stage...
while looking at your boyfriends, that's when you made eye contact with hongjoong. he immediately excuses himself and jogs over to you. his hand rests on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. you honestly wanted him to hug you, take you into his arms and hold you. but he couldn't. his eyes were searching yours, silently asking you a lot more than what he can while surrounded by too many people. so he settles for–
"you good?"
"yeah, i'm good. thank you, oppa," you say softly, hand coming up to touch his own, and he nods before turning to the staff.
"please take care of her."
"don't worry, hongjoong, we got her," one of the other stylists said.
you finally calmed down once you all got back to the green room. all the guys had checked on you, some of them more subtle than others. it makes you feel better, knowing they are here. doesn't change the fact that you still want hongjoong to hold you though. later, for sure.
you opted to just sit on one of the few couches, nerves and heart finally calm when yunho decides to join you. his large body easily slotting against yours, his hand coming up to gently tug at your top before moving to give your butt a firm pat.
you let out a small huff, "what are you doing, yuyu?"
"admiring my bandmate's sexy outfit," he teases, "my jaw almost dropped when you did your part in arriba. those shorts really, really make your butt look good."
"i know they do," you say, full aware that despite the little mishap – you still look great, "i told bora-unnie i wanted more of these shorts for the upcoming tour."
he moves to rest his head on your shoulder. "you handled it really well by the way," he whispers softly, just for you.
"for a second i thought i didn't," you confess, lips forming a pout as you watch yunho's fingers trace mindless patterns on your thigh. your own fingers messing with the zipper of the jacket that you are still wearing.
"but you kept going," he responds, lips pressing against your shoulder. "you didn't panic, and you recovered and performed like a star. like you always do."
before you could reply, yeosang appears, smile on his face as he comes to sit on the other side of you. you loop your arm around his, your head leaning against his bicep as his hand rests on your knee.
"pretty y/nnie, you looked too cool," he tells you and it makes your stomach flip and flutter. but in a good way this time.
you feel your face heat up a little bit, "thank you."
"wooyoung's over there boasting about how great he is for saving our girl," he tells you, which makes you laugh.
"oh brother," yunho mumbles and you can even hear the eye roll he does. "of course he's saying that."
"jongho told him he was full of it and to shut up."
"of course he did," you replied teasingly, smile on your lips as your eyes find the two youngest members seemingly bickering. san and mingi are with them, laughing as they watch the two.
you were glad once everything finally settled, the guys assuring you in ways that helped you remember that even though your top failed you for a moment. you managed to recover and still pull off the performance. the scare of the incident already fading into the background because yeah, you did pull it off.
this was just another example of why you belong on stage. yes, outfit mishaps and all.
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in which you and wonwoo don’t really keep your relationship a secret, and fans get glimpses into your lives together
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fans find out that you both live together through one of wonwoo’s lives
he’s sitting on the couch, slightly slouched as he leans closer to read comments
in the background, there is the sound of a woman’s laughter, just loud enough to be heard with wonwoo’s talking
people immediately start to question it, to the point where wonwoo has to scroll to find other comments to talk about that don’t revolve around you
people ask where mingyu is, and wonwoo responds, “he’s at his apartment.”
fans were a little heartbroken to hear that they no longer lived together
but then the realization hit that he might be living with you now
during one of your own lives, you’re speaking about how you have a sore throat from recording yesterday, so apologies for the raspy voice
(fans said you sounded hot)
you mentioned that you were excited for the song you were recording, and that you hoped fans would love it as much
as you’re discussing the ways you were recording, a hand snuck into frame to hand you a mug
you had visibly brightened and gushed an excited “what’s this?” as you took a sip
the live chat was a blur with how quickly it blew up when fans heard a deep voice say “tea. careful, it’s hot.”
it was slightly too late as you had already taken a sip, and it was a hilarious sight when you placed the cup down with a hiss of “hot!”
you slightly rubbed at you bottom lip with a small frown
“are you alright?” was heard from behind the camera
fans captured the moment the hand first came into frame, and of course they saw the very same familiar ring worn by wonwoo and all svt members
the same hand cupped your chin as it tilted your head up to assess the damage
you laughed the pain off, playfully swatting the hand away, “i’m fiiiiine, you warned me and i didn’t listen”
you returned to your live as if nothing happened despite the comments going crazy fast, to the point where you couldn’t really read them, so you changed topic and began chatting about your new nail set
the screenshot of you with someone cupping your chin and tilting your head up went viral
people even outside of the kpop world were commenting on the image and it quickly became a hot topic
people were using that shot for art reference, for goodness sake
despite your relationship not exactly being kept a secret, you can’t really manage to talk about it but there are more signs
one day you release a vlog of you going shopping by yourself at the mall
just a simple fun day
you stop at one of the electronic stores saying you needed a new phone charger, and it should have been a quick stop
yet you made your way over to the gaming keyboards and were showing off all the different clicking sounds that they made
your blog quickly turned into an asmr video with the way you focused on a baby pink sparkly keyboard with the most cozy clicking sounds
“isn’t this fun?!” you excitedly whispered to the camera as your nails made clacking sounds with the keyboard
the next portion of the vlog was you walking out of the store carrying a shopping bag, looking way too happy with yourself
a few weeks later, during one of wonwoo’s GAM3 BO1 lives, fans noticed the same pink sparkly keyboard featured in your video
when asked about it, wonwoo simply stated, “i like the clicking sounds it makes”
trust, it became a staple for all future GAM3 BO1 lives
a/n: i luv writing shenanigans for these two! pls make sure to reblog and share <3
Idk I just love this trope could you do something? Sending lots of love🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫵🏻
pairing: Ateez x Idol!reader
warnings: secret relationship, some spice, suggestive themes, public make out sessions
disclaimer: not my pic!
Okay so I had this idea of reader and ateez sneaking out to make out because their relationship is still a secret eheheh i mean...who doesn't enjoy the risk of getting caught? Lots of Love back to you!!!!!
Hongjoong
You kept checking your phone like it was a living thing about to jump. Every few minutes, you tapped the screen, pretending you weren’t waiting for a very specific message. The hotel room around you felt too still, too sharp, like every sound bounced off the walls and called you out for being nervous.
Then it happened.
A single emoji lit up your lock screen.
His emoji.
Your secret signal.
Your breath left in one shaky rush. You grabbed your jacket, smoothed your clothes, and opened the door as quietly as your trembling hands allowed. The hallway felt colder than before, humming with soft lights and late–night silence. Each step you took made your heart beat louder, like the floor itself was cheering you on.
You slipped into the stairwell, letting the heavy door whisper shut. By the time you reached the ground floor, your pulse had turned into a full drumline. The back exit sat tucked in a narrow hallway, guarded by a simple card scanner that looked far too ordinary for what you were about to do.
You tapped your room key.
The light blinked green.
When you pulled the door open, he was already there.
Hongjoong stood with a dark hoodie pulled low, a black mask hiding half his face, and a cap shading the rest. Even like that, you felt the spark hit you. His eyes lit up, bright and warm, the way city lights glow after rain.
The smile reached them immediately.
He looked like someone who had just found what he’d been searching for all day.
“Shh,” you whispered, tugging him inside before you could even fully process the fact that he was real and right there. “You have to be quiet.”
You barely had time to close the door.
He was on you in a heartbeat.
Your back met the wall with a soft thud as Hongjoong pressed close, his hands finding your waist like he’d been craving the shape of you since sunrise. He kissed you as though the hallway might vanish if he didn’t memorize your mouth fast enough. It was warm, urgent, full of all the things he never said in public.
You exhaled into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. For a moment, the world narrowed to the scent of him, the heat of him, the way he leaned in like he was falling and trusting you to catch him.
He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against your lips, “Do you have any idea how much I missed you today?"
The words were soft and raw, like he hadn’t meant to say them out loud but couldn’t hold them in.
A grin tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again, shorter this time but just as full. “You can't be here for too long, we have to hurry,” you murmured, your voice brushing against his mask as you pulled it down again for one more quick kiss. “Come on.”
You took his hand. His fingers laced with yours instantly, as if rehearsed.
He followed you without hesitation, footsteps gentle, matching your pace through the empty hallway. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, a tiny motion that said everything he couldn’t risk whispering here.
You led him up the stairs, hearts pounding in time, the hotel lights guiding you back toward your room like they already knew he belonged there.
Seonghwa
The alley was quiet enough that you could hear the distant hum of traffic, softened by the evening air. Neon light leaked in from the street, painting the brick walls in soft purples and blues. You stood close to Seonghwa, close enough to feel the warmth rolling off him even in the cool night.
He cupped your jaw with steady fingers and kissed you like he had been waiting all day for the world to slow down. His lips moved against yours with a deep, hungry calm, the kind that made your knees think about folding. You pushed him gently back against the wall, and he let out a low breath that you swallowed with another kiss.
His hands slid around your waist, pulling you in until your chest pressed to his. You felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat, grounding you even as everything else blurred. You parted just enough to take a breath, your forehead brushing his.
“This is so risky,” you whispered, glancing toward the mouth of the alley. “We’re still in public.”
His thumb stroked your cheekbone, slow and warm. “We’re hidden,” he murmured with that soft confidence that always made your ribs flutter. “And no one comes through this part of the city. Trust me.”
You gave him a crooked grin. “You sound very sure of yourself.”
He leaned in, lips ghosting yours. “I am.”
That was all it took for your self-control to tilt sideways again. You kissed him, deeper this time, your fingers sliding into his hair as he pulled you impossibly closer. His breath hitched softly, and the sound pulsed down your spine.
When you finally broke away, you rested your hand on his chest to steady yourself. Out of habit, you checked your phone.
Your heart dipped.
“I have to go back to my dorm,” you said with a sigh. “Curfew.”
His expression fell before he caught it, smoothing it back into something gentle but disappointed. “I figured,” he said quietly. “I have an early schedule tomorrow too.”
You frowned and nudged your forehead against his shoulder. “This sucks. We always have to sneak out just to see each other....and to get some quality time."
Seonghwa nodded, his fingers curling loosely around your waist. “Yeah,” he said, voice soft. “It does.” Then he added, with a tiny smile, “But… I can’t lie. It’s also a little exciting.”
You laughed under your breath and looked up at him. “You like living dangerously, huh?”
“For you?” His smile widened, slow and warm. “Hell yes.”
You tilted his chin down and kissed him again, quick but full enough to make his breath catch. “Then meet me here again,” you whispered against his lips. “Same place, same time this weekend?”
His answer came instantly, without even a heartbeat of hesitation.
“Yes.”
A single word, filled to the brim.
He kissed you once more, softer now, like a promise sealed in the quiet of the alley.
You stepped back, fingers slipping from his slowly, as if neither of you wanted to let go first.
“See you soon,” you said.
“I’ll be counting the hours,” he murmured, watching you with a warmth that followed you all the way down the street.
Yunho
Yunho’s car sat tucked between two streetlamps, the kind of quiet spot that looked invisible unless you already knew it was there. The windows were fogged at the edges, warm from the way you sat in his lap, knees bracketing his hips as his hands held your waist like he needed the reminder that you were real.
He kissed you with that slow-building fire he never fully controlled with you, his mouth moving against yours until you felt the world melt out through the seams. When he trailed his lips down to your neck, you let out a soft breath that made his fingers tighten just a little.
“Yunho,” you murmured, tilting your head as he kissed a spot that made your pulse skip. “Did you tell anyone where you are right now?”
He paused only long enough to grin against your skin. “I told the guys I went out for a snack.”
You pulled back just enough to raise an eyebrow. “A snack?”
He shrugged, eyes bright. “I didn’t lie. I am in fact hungry...for you.”
You laughed quietly, pressing your forehead to his before kissing him again. His lips were warm, eager, the kind of kiss that made you forget the cramped car seat and the world outside the windows.
“You know,” you whispered when you pulled away, brushing your thumb along his jaw, “your car is starting to feel… comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” His grin spread wide, the kind that always made your stomach flip. “Should I be offended, or proud?”
“Definitely proud.”
He leaned back against the seat, his hands still steady on your hips. For a moment, he just looked at you like you were something he wasn’t supposed to touch but couldn’t stay away from. Then his voice softened.
“I want to make us public one day,” he said. “Like… actually tell people. Not sneak around. Not hide you in my hoodie like a smuggled kitten.”
Your heart thumped hard at that, the sincerity in his tone wrapping around you warmer than the car heater ever could. You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb trace the smile hiding there.
“I want that too,” you whispered. “So much.”
His eyes softened, but worry tugged at your ribs, reminding you of the real world outside your tiny bubble of warmth. “But we can’t risk anything right now,” you added gently. “Not your career. Not mine. We have to wait until you go into the military. When things are calmer. When no one can twist the story.”
Yunho nodded slowly, thoughtful. “Yeah. You’re right.” Then his grin returned, boyish and bright. “Besides, this car isn’t so bad after all.”
You laughed, leaning closer until your noses brushed. “It’s becoming our unofficial dating spot.”
“Temporary headquarters,” he corrected, sliding one hand up your thigh. “Very exclusive. Very romantic.”
“Very tiny.”
“Tiny is cozy.”
You giggled, and he kissed the sound right off your lips. His arms tightened around you as you melted into him again, the car filling with soft breaths, quiet laughter, and the kind of kisses that tasted like promises saved for a safer time.
For now, this was enough.
Yeosang
Yeosang was halfway through a clean take when his phone lit up on the desk beside him. He almost ignored it, but the name made his breath hitch.
Studio Door.
He blinked, confused for half a second, then hit pause on the track and crossed the room in three long steps. When he cracked open the door, his eyes went wide.
You stood there in an oversized hoodie, cap pulled low, looking like a half-disguised secret dropped straight into his evening.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered, voice pitching up in a way he couldn’t hide. Happiness cracked through him like a spark.
You grinned and lifted a shoulder. “My group recorded a few hours ago… and a little bird told me you’d be here too.”
He immediately glanced down the hallway, eyes sharp, instinctively scanning for managers, staff, anyone with too much curiosity. Then he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.
“Someone might have seen you,” he said, keeping his voice low but urgent. “You have to be careful.”
You just shook your head like the danger didn’t weigh on you at all. Then you stepped right into his space and wrapped your arms around him.
“I don’t care,” you murmured against his chest.
Something in him melted, and something else snapped loose at the same time. Yeosang’s hands came up to your back, sliding under the fabric of your hoodie as he pulled you closer. He kissed you like the room itself tilted toward you, his lips urgent and hungry, like he’d been bottling up the whole day just waiting for you to uncork it.
The kiss grew messier, hotter, your hands gripping the front of his shirt while he guided you backward until your hips met the edge of the mixing desk. His breath was unsteady when he finally drew back, foreheads touching, both of you trying to catch air without losing the moment.
You brushed your thumb across his jaw, smiling even as your breaths came uneven. “How much time do you have left?”
He reached for his phone, not letting go of your waist as he checked the screen. “Thirty minutes,” he said.
Your smile sharpened with a little spark of triumph. “That’s enough.”
Yeosang didn’t even get the chance to respond. You tugged him back down by his hoodie strings and kissed him again, deeper this time, swallowing the soft sound he made as he wrapped his arms around you once more.
Thirty minutes.
He’d make every second count.
San
San’s workout focus was legendary, but today it didn’t stand a chance. Not when you were across the gym with two of your group members, pretending to stretch while stealing glances at him like he was your favorite cheat-day snack.
He felt every one of those looks.
Mingi noticed too.
Jongho definitely noticed.
But San kept his face neutral, lifting his weights like he wasn’t melting inside.
You excused yourself after a minute, telling the girls you were heading to the restroom. As you passed by the three Ateez boys, your fingers brushed over San’s hand. It was barely a touch, almost nothing at all… but it hit him like someone plugged him straight into a power outlet.
He froze for half a second.
Then cleared his throat and kept working out like a responsible adult.
Two full minutes later, he dropped his dumbbell.
“I’m gonna go get more water,” he announced casually.
Mingi nodded. “Bring me one too.”
Jongho didn’t look up. “Get your own.”
San walked away, trying not to look suspicious even though his heart was sprinting ahead of him. He slipped down the hallway, past the vending machines, and toward the corner where the janitor’s closet hid behind a faded sign.
He looked both ways, checking for staff, cameras, wandering idols.
Empty.
He tapped softly on the door.
It cracked open instantly.
A hand shot out, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside.
He barely got the door closed before your quiet laugh filled the tiny space.
You flicked on the light, revealing dusty shelves, mop handles, and your bright, wicked grin.
“Took you long enough” you whispered.
San laughed under his breath, reaching for you before the door had even fully latched. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you straight into him, lips crashing onto yours with the kind of urgency he’d been swallowing since the moment you brushed his hand outside.
Your fingers slid up the back of his neck, tugging his cap slightly askew. His kiss deepened, slow for half a second, then absolutely not slow anymore as the whole world shrank to the size of a broom closet.
You broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against his mouth. “I don’t have much time. You need to hurry.”
San huffed a soft laugh, low and warm in your ear. “You’re giving me commands now?”
He reached up, pulled off his cap, and tossed it blindly onto a shelf. Before you could respond, his hands slid under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched as your back met the metal door, cool against your heated skin.
“I’ll make you forget the time,” he murmured, voice dipping into something so confident it curled the air around him.
You grinned down at him, fingers threading into his hair. “Cocky much?”
He didn’t argue.
He didn’t need to.
Instead, he fliped off the light switch with one hand, plunging the closet into darkness except for the thin slice of light under the door. Then he pressed you firmly against it, lips finding yours again with a hunger that didn’t bother pretending anymore.
Outside, the gym clattered and buzzed with people who had no idea.
Inside, you held onto him as the world narrowed to touch, breath, and whispered moans.
And San obviously kept his promise.
Mingi
Mingi had you pinned against the wall of your dressing room like the world outside didn’t exist. The muffled roar of the award show floated in from the hallway, but all you felt was his breath against your lips and the warmth of his hands braced on either side of you.
He kissed you urgently, every movement hungry and impatient, like he’d been counting down the minutes since he last saw you. You slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, letting the kiss deepen until your knees threatened to wobble.
You broke away for a breath and grinned up at him.
“Careful,” you whispered. “Don’t leave hickeys. Someone will definitely notice.”
Mingi chuckled, low and warm in his chest. “What if I leave them where no one can see?” His voice dipped, teasing, the kind that crawled right up your spine.
You gave his arm a playful shove. “Behave.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No.”
You laughed and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him back in. He met you halfway, kissing you again with even more intent, like he wanted to make every second count before duty ripped you apart. His hands slid down your sides, anchoring you to him as you melted into the kiss.
Then.
A sharp knock on the door.
Both of you froze, pressed together like two teenagers caught in a convenience store aisle.
“Are you ready?” a staff member called through the door.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. “Yes! Coming in a minute!” you yelled back, maybe a little too loudly.
Silence followed. Then footsteps faded down the hall.
Mingi exhaled, shoulders loosening, and shot you the most unhelpfully amused grin. “We’re getting bold, huh?”
“You’re getting bold,” you whispered, poking his chest. “And we both need to be on stage soon. We should get out before someone actually walks in.”
He nodded but didn’t move. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, soft and lingering like he didn’t want to let go yet.
“Five minutes,” you reminded him, straightening his jacket. “Wait five before you leave.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, giving you a salute that immediately broke into a smile.
You rolled your eyes, kissed him once more, and slipped out the door before your nerves could betray you. As it closed behind you, Mingi let out a quiet breath and leaned back against the wall, grinning like he was already replaying every second.
Five minutes suddenly felt like forever.
Wooyoung
Your room was warm with the kind of quiet that only existed when the dorm was finally, blissfully empty. Wooyoung lay half-on, half-over you on your bed, kissing you with that fiery enthusiasm that made your toes curl and your brain drop all important thoughts straight into the trash.
He pulled back just enough to grin down at you, his lips swollen and his breath warm against your neck.
“You know,” he said, brushing his nose against yours, “it's cute how obsessed you are with me."
You snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully. “You’re the one who practically sprinted here the second I texted.”
He ignored that entirely, eyes sparkling. “I couldn’t help it. I was thinking about you all day. It was actually painful. I might need medical attention.”
You rolled your eyes. “You're so dramatic.”
He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Me? dramatic? Never.” Then he dipped down and kissed you again, slow and teasing, like he wanted to prove every word wrong.
You were halfway through pulling him closer when a sound cut through the room.
The click of the front door.
Footsteps.
A key rattling.
You froze. Your heart launched itself directly into your throat.
Wooyoung whispered, “Uh-oh,” at the exact moment you shoved him off the bed.
He fell with a muffled thump onto the narrow strip of floor beside the window, limbs scrambling like a startled cat. You barely had time to yank the blanket straight before your door opened.
Your group member peeked in. “Hey, have you seen my glasses? I can’t find them anywhere.”
You forced a smile so wide it felt like a crime. “Yeah, I think you left them on the kitchen counter. Near the fruit basket.”
She sighed. “Right, thanks.”
A beat.
Her eyes scanned the room.
You held your breath.
Then she nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.
Silence.
A silence so thick you could hear the dust settling.
You crawled to the edge of the bed and peeked down.
Wooyoung was sprawled dramatically on the floor like a crime scene outline. He groaned. “Pretty sure you broke my back.”
You snickered despite yourself. “You’re fine.”
“I’m wounded,” he insisted, lifting one hand like he expected you to haul him to safety. “Emotionally and physically.”
“Get up, you big baby.”
You grabbed his wrist and tugged him back onto the bed. He immediately flopped onto you, head landing on your chest with unnecessary theatrics.
“Next time,” he mumbled, “warn me before you yeet me into the afterlife.”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close again.
“Next time,” you promised, “don’t be loud enough to get us caught.”
He grinned against your lips. “No promises.”
Jongho
Steam curled around the two of you, soft and warm, blurring the edges of everything except Jongho’s hands on your waist and the way his mouth moved against yours. The shower was loud enough to hide your laughter, your gasps, even the little noises he made when you tugged him closer.
He’d expected the dorm to be empty for a good hour.
He’d expected peace.
He definitely had not expected what came next.
The bathroom door swung open with zero warning.
You both froze.
Jongho pulled back just enough to stare at the shower curtain like it had betrayed him.
“What do you want?” he snapped, voice dropping into that sharp tone he used only when he was one step away from losing his patience.
From the other side of the curtain came Wooyoung’s extremely casual reply.
“I have to pee.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth before the panic could come out as a laugh. Jongho shot you a look that said do not even dare.
“You couldn’t have used the toilet at the restaurant?” Jongho hissed.
“No way,” Wooyoung said immediately, already sounding offended. “Public restrooms are just.....blugh”
Jongho actually closed his eyes for a second, like he was praying for strength. Or for lightning. “Then use the other bathroom.”
“What the fuck,” Wooyoung whined. “I'm already in here. And I re—”
“I said,” Jongho said sharply. “Use the other bathroom!”
Wooyoung mumbled something that sounded like sulky curses, footsteps dragging dramatically as he shuffled out. The bathroom door finally shut behind him.
Silence.
Then you and Jongho let out the breath you’d been holding at the exact same time.
You started laughing first, quiet at first, then shaking with it. “We almost died,” you whispered.
Jongho rubbed a hand over his face, then broke into a smile he clearly couldn’t fight. “If he had opened that curtain, I would have carried you out the window.”
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Your survival instincts are impressive.”
He laughed under his breath and slid his arms back around your waist, pulling you gently against him as the water ran warm over both of you.
“Now,” he murmured, eyes warm and low, “where were we?”
You raised a brow. “You want to continue? After almost getting caught?”
His smile deepened, slow and sure.
“I said I wanted to take my time with you,” he whispered, kissing your jaw lightly. “And I meant it.”
Your breath hitched as his hands settled on your hips again.
Outside the bathroom, Wooyoung complained loudly to himself about inconsiderate roommates.
Inside the shower, Jongho kissed you like he had all the time in the world.
