“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
a/n: this took so long for me to post 😭😭
it was the end of your lecture, and you were preparing to go to your study group. it started out with just your friend and you, but gradually the group started to grow.
more boys and girls joined, and that's how you ended up meeting k. your major was the same as k's, so it was natural that you would see hem very often.
"hey, where are we going today?" k asks you as you stand up and pack your bag. he swings his bag over his shoulder, ready to follow you.
"go with me?"
"as long as you hold my hand," he says flirtatious, and smirks. you give him a weird look, and walk past him to lead the way. he sheepishly follows.
"hey!" you greet, as you put your bag on a desk. the group greets you back with a smile. before you can pull the chair away from the table you see that k has already done it for you. he motions for you to sit down.
you thank him and sit down. the group looks at k and back to you, confused.
"are you flirting with me?" you ask, turning around to face k.
"you finally noticed?" he starts. "i thought it was pretty obvious when i told you to hold my hand."
you can feel your cheeks heat up, and before you know it you’re dragging him out of the room and into the hallway. you can feel the eyes of your friends on your back.
“why are you all flustered?” k asks with a sly smile on his face.
“because you’re flirting with me in front of everyone?”
“you want me to stop?” he asks. you don’t reply, it wasn’t like you didn’t like k, you were just a little embarrassed at the moment.
he notices your reaction and starts talking again.
“if you want it to stop, go out with me.” he says. your eyes widen, and something changes. why are you so flustered right now?
“sure,” you reply after giving it a thought, “you have my number so text me anytime.”
you didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from, but you did know one thing, you liked k and he liked you back.
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synopsis: to ask questions isn't too bad. but to end up doing something you never expected from the intention behind every question? way better!
genre: fluff, slightly suggestive
word count: 2.4k
warnings: make out sesh (not written in depth), lots of teasing but it’s all playful you nasty
"Next question! Did you like anyon-"
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm supposed to go next." Sunghoon blocks you with an audible tap on the soft mattress, tsk-ing at your smooth but not slick enough scheme to get more answers from him.
It's a Saturday - the day of the week when assignments, works, chores, and duties are temporarily thrown down the window. On these days, you and Sunghoon go on a carefree date. It's a routine you made once a week to maintain your relationship amidst the setback caused by lockdown, and it was going great.
At a time when real interactions between people became an inappropriate thing to do, and everyone turned to technology as a resolution, you made sure that everything is done by Friday, despite it being so dreading, just so that procrastinating wouldn't be a problem dragged over the next day. And when those pressuring times occur to you, you would send each other texts, exhorting to go easy on yourselves. That's why Saturdays are the only thing you wait for every week. You weigh it up as a chance to see the only light that keeps you going, the one that helps you see clearly the path you are taking in this obscure world.
So here you are with Sunghoon in your bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning on the wall beside it, covered in your blanket as you cuddle under the warm, comfy covers. The day has been an uneventful one. If not for him reminding you of the conversation you had prior in the week, where you asked him to gather questions he had for you, you would have slept the whole day over without accomplishing anything.
"Fine, what's your eighth question?" You admit, frowning at his attentive remark, and he snickers.
He lifts his phone and scrolls through the questions he has saved in his notes. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"
Your eyes roll around with a finger on your chin, recalling the scenarios you had of him. There were many, some surrounding the time when he decided to confess to you, and most of them came from the fantasies you had of him. Those dreams scare you more than the stare of a fiery lion. It almost even feels illegal to think about it because you aren't well over twenty. Though they were just outlines of you and him kissing innocently, you always end up making out at the end of the story.
You weren't one of those twelve-year-olds who've had their first kisses already. Your mother kept a close eye on you in situations like this, so you would rather make out with your pillow than hear her nagging your ears off. Because of that, you grew up as a child unbothered by her love life, and the mere thought of kissing someone in real life makes your hair stand up. That's when you knew he brought out a lot of changes in you.
You swallow the lump of saliva in your throat. "Yeah, I have." You answer truthfully but still cautious of the words you put out.
"Really?" His head perks in your direction. "What did I do?"
You got a little nervous knowing he would undoubtedly interrogate you on this. But thankfully, you were prepared with a streamlined answer. "That's three questions, genius," You say, reaching for his head to give it a light smack, from which earns you a groan. "Save your chances for better questions."
"What do you mean? It's a good one. What did you dream about? I want to know."
"Okayy~ Next question. Where is that..." You switch the topic hastily, hands occupied with finding the question you were waiting to ask him through your notes. "Found it. Did you like anyone before me? If so, who are they?"
"That's two questions, though?"
"Nope. Not if you put them together." You smile at him cheekily, and he throws his head back in astonishment, mouth wide open, spewing out breathy wow's.
"You're playing it dirty, I see. Well, I had two other girlfriends before you." He brings his pinky finger out. "One was my sixth-grade classmate, and the other one was my best friend from the rink." He shoots his mouth off to chaff at you yet again.
A stiff frown crawls on your face as you nod at him sarcastically. "Oh, wow. Impressive." You hum in wonderment, silence unfurling in the suddenly insipid room.
Sunghoon knew you weren't easily irritated by these circumstances. If he were talking to a random girl on the street, more often than not, you would only think of them as one of his fans from the arena, nothing more. Even if he had to accomplish things with a girl in his class, you trusted him very much with your relationship to doubt him in his actions. And so, seeing you hush after a talk like this...
Of course, he would take it as a chance to play with you.
"Aww, is my precious little y/n jealous?" His voice sharpened one octave higher as he pats your head with a pout and mock sadness in his eyes. "What do I do? I kissed them, too."
You were okay with him having two other ones before you, but at the mention of a kiss, your figure skews his way. You weren't sure if he was hoaxing you or not, but to say so honestly, it troubled you. This wasn't the intention you had with your question. All you wanted to get out of it was something to tease him about when he says he has none, yet it was still you who got ragged of your own query.
However, that's beside the point. Was it necessary to point out those last words? It wasn't you to be agitated over something as dispensable as this, but of all things, why did he have to attack your weakness?
Sunghoon's sounds of laughter tear you away from your thoughts. "Got 'em~" He pulls a finger at you in another fit of laughter, seeing you in a state of total shock.
"What the heck? It was a lie?" You pull away firmly from his body, hitting him on the shoulder with force enough to make him wobble on the bed.
"You fell for it." He provokes you, head bouncing up and down in silent titters, and you smack his hand away, leaning back down on his shoulder.
"No, I didn't," You feel him nod abut your head, seeing mentally what teasing expression he has plastered on his face this time, but you only shrug it off. "Which part was the lie, though? You kissing them or being with them?"
"Can't answer that. Save your chances for better questions, cutie."
"Touché," You scoff. "What's the next question?"
"Well, since we came to the topic of kissing... When was your first kiss?" He converts his stare to a peer of glistening fervour. Though not as subtle as he would have probably wished it to be, you could sense the perceptive intent he was hiding behind his tone.
You render motionless. Never did you tell him anything about your dreams, nor would you ever have plans to tell him. It's a product of your wildest imaginations to feed your untold desires. It's what helps restrain the ungodly in you, but it also fuels you with the need to see what it actually is like. It's a continuous internal war going on in you, its purpose being to stop you from creating trouble for yourself. And now that you finally have him here, not going to lie, it's kind of embarrassing to acknowledge the profuse amount of dreams you had of him, moreover that he stole your first kiss... Except it was in your dreams, literally.
"I never had any," You answer, trying to stay as cool as possible. "I'm a good child who listens well to her mother, so don't think no one tried to hit on me once. I turned a lot of them down." A small smile trudges its way onto his face, but the way his eyes were fixated on you remained untypically the same.
"I don't know if I should be happy that you picked me out of all of them or be sad for those 'poor hearts' you broke." He draws an air quote along with his words, and you shake your head at him. "Don't worry. I won't tease you on this one. I just wanted to know." He mumbles quietly through a simper, moving to rest his head on yours.
Hearing that he'll cut you some slack relieved you, but one thing about his utterance caught you off guard. "Why do you want to know that?"
"That's the only way I'll get to know you deeper, Einstein," He retracts his head and nudges you on his shoulder, causing you to bump your head against its edge, a grunt following you. However, while you were still in the midst of justifying the whack he did on your head, he spins his vision to you in an adventitious celebration. "Oh- that's your tenth question, then!"
"Wait, hold on!" You haul over to straighten your posture, the creaking of the bed barely audible from the loudness of your opposition.
"It's my turn again." His eyes grow invisible from his cheeks, pushing it up into a smile. He just never gets tired of making fun of you. How you wish you could do the same to him. If only punching someone straight in the face denotes no wrongdoing, you would have done that ages ago.
"Bitch, why did you answer that?" You call him, blaming him with the irritation that you weren't able to control yourself.
"You ask, I answer. Isn't that how it goes?" He grins at you matter-of-factly, and you tousle your hair around in frustration.
"Ugh, you're crazy," You send glares up his way. "Whatever. Your last question, throw."
As if that was a signal he has been waiting for, Sunghoon shuts his phone and tucks it in his pocket. "How does it feel to kiss someone?"
You were confused. You just said you've never kissed anyone before.
A dry giggle leaves your mouth after much processing. You knew you shouldn't have trusted his words. No matter what you do, he'll find the cracks and holes to slip in his every jest. "I think you got the wrong person, kid. How do you think I'd know?"
"Hmm..." He drones, the ticking sound of the clock suddenly increasing in volume with every minute passing by. "Should we try it, then?" He suggests.
"What?" You were taken aback, a sudden chill sweeping through your body like a surge of cool air gashing through the enclosed room. What is he going on about?
Inch by inch, you feel him gravitate towards you, your torso backing up from his inclining frame until the warmth you caused on the cold wall completely presses against your back. Like the fire of a gun's bullet on a steady path, your heartbeat raced in a trice. His eyes stared at yours, tracing down to your parted lips as he led his other hand across your body, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, just until it reaches your jaw. Your breath hitched, lips shutting tightly as you gulp down at the presence of his queer boldness.
It's like the scenarios you formed in your head where he pins you against the wall, lips hovering yours with soft breaths that tickle your skin. Him studying your face with obstinacy to make you his, doing whatever it is that would make you happy. Nevertheless, he made sure to be cautious of things you wouldn't want him to do. He still respected you.
He's doing just the same thing, and it's getting you set on thinking whether this is all a dream taking too long to reach its climax or if your dreams are miraculously made into reality. But his next set of words were enough to tell you the clarification to your uncertainties.
"Please don't be mad." Without warning, his lips found their place on your light, pillowy ones. It felt like he was pouring out all emotions he's been holding in until now. He always controlled himself whenever you're around because he didn't want to disappoint your mother. But with this instance is a chance to do something he has long been dreaming of. He wasn't about to lose it.
The way his head tilts to the side to get a more comfortable position, eyes closing and immersed in the pleasure of your lips against his, got you clasping onto your blanket to ease the havoc he's causing in your guts. You froze at the contact. As if time had halted and the world stopped spinning, everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Maybe it was the sweet scent of his bergamot fragrance. Maybe it was the tightening of his grip on your jaw, or perhaps the longing you had for him that's enticing you in this position.
It's not every day that we get to see our dreams come true, and for one, it's a matchless feeling, especially when the dream is worthwhile. Slowly, you give in and close your eyes in the warmth of his touch. His lips parted to bite at your lower lip, and you overtly open your mouth to let him in.
"Do you think you could answer it now?" He questions you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying. You were too caught up in your own feelings during the whole session; you almost forgot what happened before it was done. Just when you thought he’d stop pulling out all the hidden quirks of yours, he caught you once again. And it didn't take long enough before you recollected yourself.
"Right. It's way better than I could have ever imagined." You smile at him, giving rise to the same smile as you.
"If this is how it will usually end, maybe I should start gathering more questions for you." He proposes, his head wheeling over to you with sheer excitement.
"Uh-huh... Just make sure you don't catch anything from the streets before you come over." You reply with a cackle, getting off his lap and sitting back down on the soft mattress.
It was supposed to be a dull and boring day. But with another chance that you two meet comes another something to remember forever. And you can't help but grin from ear to ear.
a/n: This is actually based on true events uwu. This was how my girlfriend and I started dating :)) I hope you guys enjoy!! <3 - Mia
"Hey, Y/N", Jay's voice rings through out the house, searching for you. Moments later he enters the room you're in with a wide grin on his face. "Yeah?", you ask skeptically. "So I just read this psychology trick on the internet and I want to see if it actually works", he crouches down in front of you.
"And let me guess, you want to try it on me?", you raise your eyebrow. Not gonna lie, you were definitely curious about this trick your best friend was excited about. He gave a cheer when you agreed to let him try the experiment on you.
"Okay so all you have to do is cover your eyes with this blindfold", he instructs and ties a scarf around your eyes. "Kinky", you laugh and get smacked on the head in return.
"Now lie dow- oH MY GOD STOP LAUGHING AND GET YOUR MIND DOUSED IN HOLY WATER", he cries.
"Okay so first we have to clear your mind we must do a little exercise", Jay explains. "I'm going to ask you some questions and then you'll have to count until I tell you to stop. Understood?"
You only nod, fearing if you open your mouth you'll probably fall into fits of laughter.
"Okay, so what's the colour of human blood?" he starts. You make a face at the question before answering it. "Red". "Okay...how many planets are there and yes we're including Pluto as well" his voice drawls on. "nine, how long is this f-" "Shush or we'll have to start again", he warns. You sigh dramatically, getting bored with whatever he's doing.
After a few more factual questions and subjective ones like favorite color and first memory that comes to mind he finally reaches the final stage of warming up.
"Now, I want you to start counting from 0 then 5 then 10 and so on...until I tell you to stop", he instructs, clearly enjoying whatever he was doing, thoroughly. Flipping him off, you hear a sound of disapproval from him before you start the counting.
A while later you get tired of counting and it seems like Jay has no intention of stopping you anytime soon. “135, 14, 145...Jay, how much longer?”, you, however, were met with silence. Getting suspicious, you sit up and remove the blindfold and your suspicions were true. That idiot was nowhere in the room.
Ticked off, you swear loudly and go looking for your best friend who was in the living room laughing his ass off. “jAY PARK YOU BETTER GET READY!!”, you shout and make a run towards him, vengeance in your eyes. Jay, startled at your threat prepares to escape but in vain as you tackle him to the ground.
“So you decided to prank me...”, you voice out the obvious, glaring at your best friend who was trying to hold back his laughter. “I will get back at you, Park JongSeong..and when I do you’re gonna wish you were never born”, you smile threateningly down at him. “What’s got you all so giggly?”, you frown when Jay lets out small giggles, eyes crinkling. “You do realize the position we’re in, right?”, he raises his eyebrow.
You were on top of Jay who was lying on his back on your floor, the distance between the both of your faces almost nonexistent . As realization hits you, your eyes widen and a blush creeps on your face, your heart beating erratically. “You look cute”, he comments, voice lowered as if he was cautious of his words. “So..?”
“What?”, you ask him, your voice also soft, a bare whisper. “Are you gonna kiss me or are you waiting for me?”, he asks. The confident cover masked his nervousness well, hoping that he didn’t cross any line but it was too late for that. His words which he had been suppressing for a long time finally out in the open. The feelings he kept hidden now revealed. He waited for your answer wishing whatever happened wouldn’t change anything between you.
Your eyes widen more and you would’ve thought he was joking if it weren’t for his intense gaze and the feel of his heartbeat which was racing. You were pretty sure he could feel your heartbeat too considering how close the both of you were right now.
When you don’t move or say anything, he grabs the courage and leans forward slowly, eyes falling on your lips, giving you time to say something or move back and when you don’t, praying he’s not reading you wrong, he gently presses his lips to yours for a second or two. Just as he thinks of stopping and moving back, not getting any response from you, you surprise him by kissing him back.
Two seconds later, the both of you lean back, awkward as hell. You avoid his gaze and take a step back, sitting on the floor now. “So...”, you start, unable to say anything. “Well that happened”, he sighs and scoots closer to you which makes you glance at him. He was sporting an awkward smile, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah...so is this the part where you ask me out or are you waiting for me to do that?”, you tease, all awkwardness gone.
He laughs, shaking his head when you copy him. “I’ll be in the next room if you want to ask me out”, he winks at you, leaving you speechless as he stands up and makes his way out of the room.
“Just because we’re dating now, doesn’t mean I won’t take my revenge!!”, you cry out, hearing his laughter. “I’m looking forward to it! Plus, you still haven’t asked me out, Y/N!”, he shouts in return making you chuckle.
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Heeseung walked around the dorm, aiming to loot the pantry.
But then something in his peripheral view catched his attention.
There was a pink bundle, laying lifelessy on the couch.
Now, this would've probably be normal occurence to Heeseung, given the fact that he share a dorm with the emo hoodie-lover that goes by the name of Nishimura Riki.
But he was more than sure that he heard the Japanese yelling in the top 3 room, probably too invested in his game.
The unofficial leader slowly approached the laying figure, step filled with wariness, you never know when they will try to pull a prank on you again.
He kept getting closer with no reaction from the unidentified pink bundle (he was more than sure that it was too small to be either Daniel or K and he could also tell that he wasn't Niki).
All doubts are vanished when he's finally in front of the sofa, coming face to face (or knees to face?) with shameless happy virus Sunoo.
Heeseung's perfect eyebrows shoot up.
The younger was lying in fetal position on the sofa, hoodie covering half of his face but not able to hide the tiredness evident in his eyes (or what Heeseung was able to see of them).
To say that he was surprised was an understatement, worry kicking in right after.
The younger was knew since the beginning as a true mood maker, a ball of sunshine, always ready to smile, laugh, joke and practice with his fellow trainees.
But any trace of his usual and natural bubbly self was gone, blank face and eyes void of that playful (and in Heeseung's point of view dangerous) glint.
"Sunoo-ah? Is everything okay?"
Heeseung gently shook the boy's shoulder, trying to get him back from his zoning out.
Said boy slowly raised his eyes, meeting the ones of his (almost) bandmate.
"Oh, hyung, yes, I was just thinking"
Chuckled Sunoo, sitting up, a hand going to rub his eyes,even if it looked more like wiping a tear, but if Heeseung noticed, he just kept his mouth shut.
"Did you need anything from me?"
At this the ace pursed his lips.
His friend clearly didn't want to talk about it, whatever it was and Heeseung couldn't blame him, with all the cameras around the house, they'll never know what Mnet will use for the program or how they will use it.
Talking about personal problems in this situation was kinda difficult, having to hide yourself in the most hidden corner, hoping that the microphones won't catch your conversation.
But Mr. Shiny teeth's heart shattered seeing his dear dongsaeng blotchy face and glossy eyes.
Hell, he looked adorable even like this, but this wasn't the ti-
This is where it hit him.
Maybe Sunoo won't talk about it, but Heeseung know what will surely at least make him smile again.
Yeah, it wouldn't make the problem disappear, but it will make the sad and gloomy expression disappear from his beautiful face.
Okay Heeseung, you can do it, is not so hard.
Inhale, exhale.
"Sunoo-ahhhh~ why did Jay ignore me when I asked him if I was cool too?~"
He did it.
He actually did it.
He talked to Sunoo in the best aegyo-cringe-worthy voice that he could muster, face contorting in what he hope was a pout, big doe eyes staring at the younger one.
Said boy instinctively flinched, back hitting the back of the sofa, eyes and mouth widening and hands flying to his mouth in his iconic adorably dramatic reaction.
"Sunoo-ah, you think that Heeseungie hyung is cool too, right?"
The leader added, still talking in that cringey voice, trying his best to remember all of Sunoo's lesson on "how to act cute, guide by the cutest cutie".
A loud laughter erupted in the silent room (if you exclude Niki and Sunghoon's yelling from the purple room because they would probably ruin the mood) and Heeseung could finally breathe again.
"Obviously, Heeseungie hyung is the coolest of them all"
Was the younger response, fully aware of what Heeseungie hyung did, fondness not so hidden behind his playful tone.
Now, Sunoo is not dumb, he is fully aware of what his (unofficial) leader just did, acting all cute just to make him smile again.
That's totally why he gripped his arm, pulled it until Heeseung was kneeling on the sofa and then hugged his torso.
Not because he just wanted to hug his dear hyung, nah, he just wanted to show his gratitude.
Sure.
How from that "thank you" hug they ended up cuddling and sleeping on the couch was a mystery.
And so was the number of photos and videos that the others took of them.
But, well, if this is what Heeseung can gain in exchange of totally destroying his own pride...
Then...
Well...
It was not THAT bad.
Inspired and dedicated to @prikicarat
Also, please, if you find weird comments, I am sorry, but I had to put some reference to my friends, good luck finding them and sorry for the cringe
