#jongseob fic

Even in the low light, you could see the way his gaze traced your features — lingering on your lips when you smiled and dropping to your exposed collarbones when you laughed.

"How’s that Keeho guy you were seeing?" He asked, pushing himself up to slightly close the distance. He braced his body against the countertop with his forearms, watching you intently.

"What about him?" You took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat your tongue, buying yourself time. You already had a hunch on exactly why he was asking.

Jongseob hummed, lips curling into a smile that made him seem far too pleased. "Just curious." But his eyes told a different story — they were dark, focused, and clearly hungry for your answer.

You shrugged, letting the moment stretch. "I actually ended things with him about a week ago." A snicker followed after, though you weren't entirely sure what was so funny about it.

Maybe it was the relief you felt when finally saying it out loud to someone, or perhaps it was the way Jongseob's entire body seemed to relax at your words.

He tried, and failed, to suppress the smile spreading across his face. It started at the corners of his mouth and bloomed into something radiant, transforming his features.

"And you seem awfully happy about that." You muttered, quirking a brow, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your own lips in return. His joy was infectious, even when you were trying to play it cool.

"I didn't even say anything?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, the bottle swaying dangerously in his grip while your giggles matched his, echoing in the empty bar.

"Didn’t have to." You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.

Jongseob grinned, entirely unapologetic now. "Guess I'm just relieved." He straightened up again, but didn't move away. If anything, the air between you felt more charged than before.

Your eyes narrowed. "Relieved?"

"Means I still have a chance?" The question came out softer than his usual teasing, almost vulnerable. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, maybe, or …reciprocation?

You rolled your eyes and leaned back with a groan, knowing how much he loved to tease you at the end of the day. It’s always some bullshit like this, but your pulse began to race nonetheless, and you were certain he could see the flush creeping up your neck.

"Ha. Ha." You forced out a fake and monotone laugh.

"I'm serious." He said it quietly, and the playfulness dropped from his expression for just a moment. "I've been waiting for you to be accessible again for months."

His words hung between you and your breath caught in your throat but you swallowed it like a champ. "Seob.”

"Too much?" He asked, a shit eating smile flashing as he broke ‘character’. He was so fucking annoying.

"You’re irritating." You said too quickly, heat flooding your cheeks. You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully — because at the end of the day, you genuinely could never tell when he was joking or not.

Your back straightened again, wanting to change the subject before you combusted entirely, crossing your legs as you set your drink down — The movement made you acutely aware of your body, and the way his eyes tracked the motion.

“Is there anything new with you?"

Jongseob seemed to notice your need for a topic change, and he let you have it. He set the bottle of alcohol down, stretching his arms back before he let out a breath. The movement pulled his black shirt, top buttons undone across his chest.

"Nothing exciting." He shrugged, then paused. "But actually, I've been working on something." His voice shifted, becoming low and a little rough from the drinks, tinged with excitement.

"Mm, like music?" You hummed, grateful for the safer territory. You knew he had a sweet hobby of producing songs, spending all his free hours in his tiny apartment bedroom with his laptop and midi keyboard, crafting beats or melodies that come out of his stupid brain.

He'd mentioned it in passing before, but never offered to share. Jongseob nodded, and you could see the nervous energy in the way he shifted his weight before he spoke again.

"Yeah, wanna hear?"

He moved to the aux cord tucked behind the counter, plugging in his phone with a quick tap. His fingers hesitated over the screen for just a moment, and you realized he was actually nervous about sharing this with you.

"I'd love to," You said softly, and his shoulders relaxed. Before he continued, he walked away momentarily and booked it straight for the entrance, deciding to lock up early and switch the Open sign off. You quirked a brow but he waved a hand off for you to not worry about.

Moments after, he came back around the counter, proceeding to tap along his phone when a tune began to play throughout the bar.

Easy to say it was catchy. You leaned back on your stool, letting the rhythm wash over you, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Your shoulders began rolling almost unconsciously, hips shifting in time with the beat.

When you opened your eyes, Jongseob was watching you move, his gaze intense and appreciative. A grin spread across his face, clearly pleased with your reaction. Like watching you respond to his music like this was exactly what he'd hoped for.

"This is really good," You smiled, processing the lyrics.

His own smile widened, grabbing the bottle once again like a stupid makeshift mic and bringing it to his lips. Then he started rapping along, your breath catching in your throat.

His flow was satisfying, each word perfectly timed with the beat. But it was more than that — it was like he was serenading you, performing on stage for a crowd of thousands, except the only audience member that mattered was you, and it felt embarrassing, yet… so thrilling?

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was happening, whether it be due to the amount of drinks or just the unspoken feelings of many years spent being his best friend.

The lyrics spilled out about love being caught in an endless loop, and how the body remembers what the mind can forget...

Honestly… every line felt aimed straight at you.

“Now you're mesmerized by my nervousness and I'm mesmerized by you.”

Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched him move, the way his hips rolled with the beat, the way his free hand gestured and emphasized certain words. He was captivating, magnetic, and he knew it.

You burst into giggles at the way he struck a pose on the last word, one hand thrown up dramatically, but the laughter faded quick when you caught the look in his eyes.

It was playful, yes, but underneath was something so serious. And you were kinda scared…

He set the bottle down again and pushed off the counter, the movement fluid and deliberate. The music continued pulsing around you, that hypnotic beat making everything feel dreamlike and inevitable while he came around the bar top.

"Dance with me," He murmured, extending his hand to you. It wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a demand either.

His palm was open, waiting. You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it over the music playing on repeat. This felt like a threshold, like once you took his hand, something would shift between you that couldn't be unshifted.

But you wanted it. So bad, you wanted it.

You placed your hand in his, and his fingers closed around yours immediately. He pulled you up gently, and suddenly you were standing, the stool scraping slightly against the floor behind you. The empty bar felt smaller suddenly.

Jongseob tugged you close, one arm sliding around your waist, the other resting on your hip. The touch was light at first, but he was giving you a chance to pull away. Yet, you didn't. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance until your bodies pressed together as you swayed.

His chest was firm against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your hands came up instinctively, resting on his shoulders.

He was holding himself back, you realized, trying not to rush this.

You both moved slowly, finding a sway that matched the music. You followed his lead, letting your body melt into his. Every point of contact felt electrifying — his hand on your waist, his fingers splayed across your hip, your chest brushing against his with each breath.

“You smell good.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you gasp softly.

"Really?" Your voice came out breathier than you intended. "What do I smell like?"

He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against your hair, your temple. "Like... vanilla, maybe? Something sweet. But that’s just you." His voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.

"It’s been driving me crazy all night."

He spun you around, now pulling your back against his chest as his hips rolled slowly, grinding against you with deliberate pressure, and you felt it.. his growing hardness in his pants pressing against your lower back.

The unmistakable evidence of his desire sent warmth rushing through you, leaving your knees unsteady. A shiver coursed down your spine, and his arms instinctively tightened around you. His hand slid slowly up your chest before settling gently around your neck, his touch featherlight as he tipped your chin upward, silently urging you to meet his gaze and hold it.

"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes. His pupils were dilated, dark with want, but there was a question there too.

"Yeah," You breathed, your grip finding his other hand that was cheekily sliding down your abdomen. "More than okay."

The permission seemed to unleash something in him. Jongseob groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours, and his hands began to roam before he turned you back around to face him.

They continued its exploration, sliding from your hips to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your long sleeve. His touch was reverent, exploratory, as if he was memorizing the shape of you.

"You have no idea how many times Ive dreamt of this," He mumbled, his lips now trailing along your jaw, leaving a path of heat in their wake. "How many years I've looked at you, watching you … and hoping there was something more for me… imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this."

"Really?” You whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Tell me what you imagined."

His hands slid lower, cupping your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you tighter against the pervish peak that poked through his bottoms.

The friction made you both gasp, and you felt him twitch against you through the layers of clothing. "Exactly this," He said, voice thick with tension. "Holding and feeling you against me. Imagined what sounds I can bring out of you even."

The dance had turned into something else entirely now. Less about the music and more about the press of your bodies and the way you fit together. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing right where you ached, and you couldn't stop the small moan that escaped your lips.

"God, you're driving me crazy.”

“Seob..." His nickname came out like a plea, and you weren't even sure what you were asking for.

"I know, pretty," He murmured, and the endearment made your heart stutter. "Let me take my time with you. Want to do this right."

His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you gasped at the contact of his skin against yours. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they traced your sides, moving slowly upward.

He was giving you time to stop him, you noticed, but of course you didn't want to. You arched into his touch instead, encouraging him as he spun you back round once more.

He pulled you back against his chest, his trapped cock pressing onto your ass before his hands cupped your breasts, the two of you humming in response.

His thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, circling until they peaked under his touch, sensitive and aching. "These are so perfect," He muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

Jongseob leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you from behind, but instead his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of it. He was teasing you, you realized, building everything up until you were desperate and begging for it.

His mouth moved to your jaw, finding that sensitive spot just near your ear, and when he sucked gently, your knees actually buckled.

He caught you easily, holding you up, and chuckled softly against your skin. "I've got you," He promised.

"Kiss me," You finally demanded, unable to take it anymore. "Please, Seob, just kiss me."

He pulled back to get a look at how pathetic you looked, while you turned to look at him. The expression on his face made your breath catch. His gaze was intense — But, finally, his hand gripped your jaw before his lips met yours.

It was everything you'd imagined and dreamed of. It started sweet, his lips soft and tender against yours. He kissed like you both had all the time in the world, and he wanted to savor every second. His hand gripped your face tight, thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand found your bottom.

When his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him immediately, and the kiss turned hungry.

His tongue slid against yours, slow and thorough, exploring your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating.

You pressed closer, your hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned into your mouth as he backed you against the counter.

The sound vibrated through you, making you clench with need. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew more desperate.

When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "Fuck," he breathed, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re everything," He said simply, and kissed you again.

Jongseob gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his tongue explored your mouth once more with unhurried attention.

You tugged at his button up, your fingers undoing the last couple buttons in a hurry before he pulled back just enough to let you pull it over his head.

The neon lights painted his skin in shades of pink and blue, highlighting the lean build of his chest and stomach. You ran your hands over him, exploring, and he shuddered under your touch.

"Your turn," He murmured, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, eyes meeting yours. "This okay?"

"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."

He lowered himself before he lifted your shirt slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. Your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts. By the time he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, you were trembling with need.

His hands went to your bra clasp, and he paused again, giving you a chance to stop him. But you reached back and unclasped it yourself, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, and the appreciation in his gaze made you feel beautiful.

"Gorgeous," He murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts again, skin on skin this time. His thumbs circled your nipples, and you arched into his touch with a moan. "So fucking beautiful."

He kissed you again as his hands explored, and you were lost in the sensation of it. Music was still playing, a whole different song playing mindlessly, but all that mattered was this.

With his lips still on yours, Jongseob began guiding you backward once again, your back hitting the edge of the bar counter before he gently lifted you onto the smooth surface. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself between your legs.

He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching yours. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but sincere. "We can stop anytime. I need you to know that."

Your heart swelled at his consideration, even as your body ached for more. "I'm sure," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I want this. I need you."

The smile that spread across his face was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time.

"Gonna make you feel so good, I promise."

His hands moved to your skirt, not even having the class of taking it off but instead shoving it up.

"Lift up for me, pretty," He said softly, and you did, raising your hips so he could slide your panties down. He did it gently, pressing kisses to your thighs as more skin was revealed. First your hip bones, then the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and squirm.

He stood between your legs and just looked at you for a moment. You were bare except for your lifted jean skirt, sitting on his bar counter, and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most desirable person in the world.

"Stop staring—“ You said, feeling suddenly shy despite everything.

"Can't help it," He replied, his hands running up and down your thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He leaned in to kiss you again, and his hands continued their exploration. They traced patterns on your thighs, your hips, your stomach, learning the geography of your body.

"So perfect. So wet already."

When his fingers finally made contact with your pussy, you moaned. He stroked through your wet folds with teasing pressure, exploring, learning what made you gasp and squirm. "All this for me?"

"Y-yes," You gasped, your hips rolling into his touch. "All for you.“

His fingers found your clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made your hips buck. "Tell me how it feels," He said, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every reaction. "Gotta know what you like."

"G-good," You gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't stop.. please don't stop."

"Never," He promised, and adjusted his angle slightly. "I got you, baby.“

He experimented with different pressures, different rhythms, watching your face to see what made you moan the loudest. When he found a particular motion that made your eyes roll back, he smiled and focused there, building your pleasure gradually and deliberately.

"That's it," He encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh. "Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."

Your moans grew louder, echoing in the empty bar, and you were beyond caring. All that mattered was his fingers on you, the pleasure building in your core, the way he was watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out at the stretch. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, pumping deep while his thumb kept working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body opening for him.

"So tight," He groaned, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers disappear inside you. "Taking my fingers so well. Can you take more?"

"Yes," You whimpered, and he added a third finger, stretching you further. It burned, yet it felt so good, causing you to rock your hips, trying to take him deeper.

He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak, and you nearly sobbed with ecstasy.

The wet sounds filled the quiet bar as he worked you. “Could do this forever.” He grunted, putting all his energy into pleasing you.

Your satisfaction was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. "Seob—“ You gasped, your hands clutching at him desperately. "I'm — I'm so close..."

"I know, pretty," He murmured, increasing his pace slightly. "Come on, want it all over my fingers, you got it."

His words pushed you over the edge, and you released with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through you.

He didn't stop, proceeding to work you through it and draw out your orgasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.

When you finally came down, gasping for breath, he slowly withdrew his fingers. You watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So good," Jongseob groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You taste fucking incredible." He leaned forward. “Need more.”

Before you could process what he meant, he was leaning before you, leveling his face between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and you realized what he was about to do.

"Wait, you don't have to—" You started, but he cut you off with a look.

"I want to," He said firmly. "Please let me."

Fuck, how could you say no to that?

You nodded, and he smiled before spreading your thighs wider, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

"So pretty," He said, his voice husky with appreciation. "And still dripping." His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting you with a low moan that vibrated through you. "So sweet. Knew you would be."

He took his time, exploring you with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving inside you before moving up to circle your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and especially after your first orgasm, you were already aching.

When he focused on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you cried out, your hands tangling in his messy blonde hair.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you, and increased his efforts.

Jongseob’s hands gripped you, holding you open for him as he devoured. Two fingers thrusted back inside, stretching you while his mouth still worked your bud with relentless pressure. He was thorough, attentive, and continuously adjusting his technique based on your reactions.

"Oh my god," You moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "M-mouth feels so good, Seob, fuck..."

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. "Yeah?" He punctuated the question by licking a broad stripe up your slit. "Like when I do this?" He demonstrated, and you nearly sobbed.

"Y..yes — please don't stop," You begged, and he smiled against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.

When he added a third finger, stretching you like he did before, you came apart. Your second orgasm hit you like a big wave, stronger than the first, and you cried out his name as your thighs trembled around his head. You pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel more wetness coating his tongue as he licked you clean.

But he didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and shaking, he continued with gentle licks and soft kisses to your inner thighs, keeping the pleasure going, building it again before it could fully fade.

"Too much!” You gasped, but your hips were still rolling against his mouth, seeking more despite your words.

"One more," He murmured against your skin. "Give me one more, pretty. I know you can.“

His fingers withdrew, and he replaced them with his tongue, fucking into you with it as deep as he could go. The sensation was different, softer but somehow more intense, and when his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, you were completely gone.

Your third orgasm built painfully slow, a deep, rolling pleasure that seemed to come from your core. Jongseob worked you patiently, his tongue and thumb moving in perfect rhythm, and when you finally came, it was with a long, gutteral moan that seemed to go on forever. Your whole body shook with it, radiating out from your center in waves.

He sucked you gently through the aftershocks, soft and soothing now, until you were boneless and spent on the counter, flinching sensitively at any further contact.

When he finally pulled away, his face was wet with your arousal, and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.

"You're incredible," He said, standing slowly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The way you taste, fuck, you're perfect."

You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of three orgasms, but you managed to reach for him. "Come here," You murmured, and he leaned in, letting you pull him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was unexpectedly erotic.

When you pulled back, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He'd been focused entirely on your pleasure, but he was clearly aching for relief. Your hand moved to palm him through his pants, and he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch.

"Your turn," You said, your voice still shaky but determined. "Want to make you feel good too."

"You already are," He said, but his eyes were dark with need. "Just touching you, that's everything."

"But I want more," You said, attempting to hop off the counter but once you did, you didn’t calculate how numb your legs would be.

“Careful—“ He snickered, catching you in place and holding your hands as you held yourself upright. “I got you.”

"Want all of you. Please, Seobie."

He sighed, letting you get down on your knees as he helped you with his belt and zipper. Together you pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and flushed. You immediately wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly.

He was hot and heavy in your palm, and when you swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, he shuddered.

"Fuck," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good.”

You stroked him slowly, feathering small kisses along the shaft, and learning what he liked as he did for you. When he rocked into your touch with shallow thrusts, your tongue now swirling his tip, he gently caught your wrist, stopping you.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," He said, his voice strained. "But I really, really want to be inside you when I do."

Heat flooded through you at his words, and you nodded. "Yes. Want that too."

He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.

“Nope.” You shook your head, pushing the protection away. “I’m on the pill, so I better be getting every last drop.” You snickered, and his entire face shifted.

“Oh, you’re serious?” Jongseob smiled, slightly teasing but you already knew he was more than open to this.

“So serious.”

Without another word, he gripped your chin and yanked you up, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands messily found the back of his shoulders, locking tongues with him with force.

"Are you ready then, pretty?" He pulled back and asked, his eyes meeting yours, checking in one more time as he lifted you back onto the counter.

"Yes.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He lined himself up, teasing at your folds which caused your forehead to drop against his chest. A soft moan escaped you before Jongseob pushed in slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.

The sensation was overwhelming after everything else, and you both groaned as he sank deeper. He was bigger than his fingers, and the stretch burned slightly, but it was a good burn, a fullness that made you feel complete.

"So tight, baby.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good .."

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. When you finally rolled your hips, urging him to move, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm.

Each stroke was deliberate, measured, hitting deep inside you. The angle was perfect, and you could feel him dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again.

"That's it," He encouraged, his pace increasing slightly. "Take it, just like that."

The counter shook slightly with his movements, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the sound of glasses rattling along the bar top, but you didn't care.

All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the way your bodies moved together, and the never ending pleasure building between you.

He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and you cried out, your back arching. "Right there—“ You gasped. "Oh god, right there, don't stop..."

"Here?" He thrust harder, and you nearly sobbed with pleasure. "This what you need?"

You nodded with a hurried force, gasping for air as you couldn’t even comprehend a thought at this point — He was fucking you dumb.

His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued to thrust deep. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt another orgasm building, impossibly, after everything else.

"Come for me," He urged, his voice rough. "Want to feel you, pretty, give it to me."

His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your fourth orgasm crashed through you, and you came once more, your walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.

"God, yes," He grunted, his rhythm faltering as your pussy squeezed him. "So good for me.”

He thrusted a few more times, deep and hard, and then he was releasing too, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth spilling in you, and the intimacy of it all made your heart clench.

He stayed pressed close, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and you both winced at the sensitivity — both your releases now spilling all over the counter.

Dirty bastards.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You felt him inhale, taking a deep breath which caused you to do the same.

"That was..." You started, but couldn't find the words.

"Yeah," He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet bar, the lights still casting their soft glow around you. The music had stopped at some point, you realized, but you hadn't even noticed.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, a soft smile on his face. "So," he said, his voice teasing but warm. "Does this mean I have a chance?"

You laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Didn’t know you were even being deadass about wanting one.” You scoffed.

“Of course I was.” He murmured against your lips. "So do I or no?”

You grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

A pinch at your hip followed after, slightly ticklish. “I’m kidding!” You grinned. “Of course.”

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“pleaseeee! read that book! i'm begging you!” jongseob pleads.

“jongseob, you know i love you but you also know i hate that genre, wait…” your brows furrow when you look down the hill. “what the hell is that…”

“what?” jongseob comes behind you to peek on what was happening, “what the fuck…”.

frightened and furious screams echo through the street, people running, cars banging, a siren beeps once, twice, uncountable times… and creatures with blood soaking clothes running after people. their skin was grey and they'd make terrible sounds when they reached their prey.

“are those…”

“fucking zombies.”

“we need to get out of here now.” you quickly grab his hand and start running with pure desperation in your bodies.

you thankfully find a building, but the main doors were locked. you're moved by sheer terror as you hear jongseob banging on the door to let you in. by looking around, you see a close by abandoned building that seemed to be accessible. “we can't get in here!” you tell jongseob and grab his arm again, running to the building.

when you arrive there, you go up by a ladder that seemed to be forgotten on the floor, making a long and terrifying way to the top.

you take shelter in a maintenance area in the roof. it was cramped, but safe. you're trembling, thinking that a date to go see the sunset with your boyfriend has ended in a way you could never possibly imagine.

this shouldn't take long, scientists would figure this out. you're both terrified but sure that help is going to come.

“they're not coming.”

jongseob takes a stick from the floor and starts drawing on it. “we need to leave. there's not enough food for the next month and they seem to be getting more aggressive.”

the picture he was drawing turns out to be a map of the area you were currently in. jongseob circles on a part of it that seemed to be far away from where you were. “the mountains, the zombies probably don't go there.”

“have you lost your mind?! that seems to be a three hours way by walking if we're careful, how are we gonna do that?” you question angrily.

“there are a lot of stuff we can take to defend ourselves. it should be fine if we go this way. when we got up, the doors to the building were locked from the inside, but now we can just unlock them! we don't have to go down with the ladder. there are places we can stop by. right here, is the convenience store we used to buy ice cream. and here… the alley we'd go to when we snuck out to make out, remember it has a door?” he circles every place with the stick that was almost bruising his hand.

“and if we arrive at these damn mountains and find out the zombies do go there? we don't know anything, jongseob.”

“would you rather stay here? we need to try.”

“they don't stumble, they run. you're gonna have to be fast, okay? don't slack off.” he throws a backpack that was once white on before tearing apart a piece of his shirt and tying his hair with it.

“we'll be okay.” he whispers to you when he sees your eyes watering and your hands shaking. “you've been brave until now. it's not the time to breakdown! we have to do this. we can do this.” he hands you a broken piece of metal you managed to tear out of the ladder.

at this time, it was like the fear from these past hours came down at you. you felt terrified and you could barely move. when jongseob puts his cold hand to your left cheek, you're reminded of his presence, and how you want to do this for him, how you want to make all of you guys’ dreams come true, how you can't stand seeing him suffer this much again, how you want him to have his happy ending.

“let's do it.”

the door opens and the strong smell of blood fills your senses. each step you walked down made the noises of the creatures get even louder. your grip tightens on the piece of metal instinctively as you look at your side and see that the door to the restroom of the building was slightly open. inside, a figure of a man in teared down office clothes, his back facing you while his head was swinging left and right.

you froze. jongseob takes your hand in his and signals for you to be silent. you both try to make your way quietly, but the sound of both of your matching bracelets clicking together caught the creature's attention. he immediately turns his head into your direction, his face disfigured, eyes white and empty. he fastly makes his way to you after a guttural noise.

by instinct, you push jongseob behind you and hit the man's face with the improvised weapon, making him fall all the way down the stairs. the sound made you want to throw up. when you reach the ground floor, you see him again, splashed on the ground. “don't look, just keep walking.” jongseob says, and you do it.

the way to the convenience store was easier than you thought. you walked through the most lightened ways where zombies wouldn't dare go through, hiding behind cars when a brave one would appear.

you arrive at the store right before the sunset, locking the door with a broom and using wet tissues to block the vision through the glass doors. the smell of dust annoyed you and there was no energy, no light.

“there's barely food here.” jongseob says.

“it's enough. we'll go out tomorrow morning, right?” you ask.

“yeah. let's just… rest, okay?” he sits down by your side, laying your head on his shoulder and opening the only bag of chips he was able to find there, wanting you both to share.

“do you think our friends and relatives are alive?” you ask as you eat.

“i don't know. and i don't want to think about it. we're here, aren't we? let's focus on that now.” he places a kiss to your forehead.

“do you ever think about going somewhere very far away?” you ask again.

“what's with these random questions all of a sudden?” he opens a can of soda and hands it over to you. “i guess i started thinking more about it after all this shit happened” he answers with a chuckle.

“where would you like to go?”

“somewhere with a nice beach so we can walk on the sand every evening.”

“and read a book in the balcony while listening to the sea?”

“of course.”

“i'll take you somewhere like that if we get out of here.”

the first rays of sun hit through the paper covered glass and you know it's time to go. you gather everything the store had that could possibly help and put it inside your bag.

“i love you” he holds your face with both hands and kisses you before letting go and opening the door.

the city wasn't the same. abandoned cars blocked the streets, making it even harder than it had to be. your plan was simple, get to the alley so you could spend another night and then go to the mountains the other day. but the reality was so much harder than any imagination.

a gang of what should be more than twenty of them surrounds you both as soon as you arrive at the alley. the knife you got from the store is firm in your hand as they come running for you. you try to stop them at first, but that tiny knife wasn't going to do any harm to all of them. suddenly, the alley that used to be a place of sweet memories between you two, turned into a nightmare. “run!” jongseob yells and that's what you both do. you don't look behind, you can't think of anything. all you can do is hear jongseob encouraging you to run faster.

you look back just to make sure that he was right behind you. you could see the mountains from there, you were almost there.

all of a sudden, a noise, someone falling on the ground. you look back and see the worst scene you've ever seen in your entire life. jongseob, with an infected man thrown upon him.

you stop in your tracks and yell for him, starting to go back and try to help him out, but he didn't let you. “no! keep running, please.” his face had agony all over it as he kept trying to fight for his life. the man on top of him had drool and blood dripping onto jongseob's face and with a sudden movement, he bites jongseob right in the arm.

the time stops for you. you could see the way his teeth closed in your love's skin, and that was the last time you heard his voice, “run. don't look back. live for me.”

jongseob gets up from the floor and blocks the way of every other zombie with his body, not letting them get to you. you could see the exact moment his pure eyes turned white and empty.

you wanted to give up there, you wanted to become a zombie too and live a happy zombie life with him, but his words stuck to you, “live for me”. and as tears blur your eyes, you turn around and keep running.

eight years later.

you shake the sand out of your feet and the door to your house opens with a creak. the empty ice cream pot left on the table from last night made you sigh as you pick it up and throw it away. the tv forgotten on plays an eight years anniversary special to the tragedy, mourning the victims and showing how the scientists came with the solution for the virus. you don't pay attention to it though, it's in the past.

making your way out of the shower, you take a book from the shelf and open the door to the balcony, the sound of the sea immediately reaches your ears as you sit on the small brown swing net.

your fingers slide to open the book where you stopped and when you flip to the next page, there's a little note that seemed to be carefully sticked on it. you bring it close to your eyes so you could read to know that it said,

“if you found this, it means you're almost done reading the book i told you to read! great job! always remember that i love you, hehe ♡

- jongseobie”

“Good point. But if I don’t find someone to take my senior photos before Sunday, I’m screwed.” You took a bite of your burger as you scrolled through Instagram, trying desperately to find someone with reasonable rates to take your photos.

“This is why we don’t procrastinate.”

“Don’t you have, like, fifty missing assignments?”

“I’ll lock in!” Shota whined, taking a big bite of his burger before resting his head on your shoulder, watching as you continued aimlessly scrolling through the local photography tag. “Why don’t you just ask my friend Jongseob if he can do it? He’s the one who did mine.”

“The one from your Nintendo club who walks around with his switch like it’s fused with his hands?”

“Yeah, he’s great. He stayed at my house last weekend and we watched the entirety of Indigo League together.”

You sighed, tossing your phone into the front seat, opting to continue munching down on your burger. “Sounds like a good time.”

“He has a film camera and he’s really good at taking pictures. He’ll make you look so pretty.”

“You telling me I’m not pretty already?”

“...Yes?”

You shoved the rest of your burger into your mouth with a roll of your eyes, tapping Shota’s head, prompting him to lift it off your shoulder, quickly scarfing down the rest of his own food. “Thanks for the recommendation, but I think I’ll keep looking.” You exited the back seat of your car, gathering up your trash to toss into the can by the school’s entry.

Shota trotted behind you, adjusting the Minecraft backpack he donned, the attached keychains jangling as he chased. “He’ll do it for free!”

You tossed your trash into the can before turning around to face your friend, his ever-present placid smile widening alongside his round eyes. “...What’s his Instagram?”

Thursday afternoon, you were sat at a park bench, waiting patiently for Shota’s friend to show up. You and him had been talking over the past couple days, and he’d agreed to come and take your senior photos at a local nature park for the low-low price of a chicken sandwich from McDonalds.

You turned to the sound of a young man calling your name from a few yards away. Jongseob didn’t have any pictures of himself on his Instagram- all of his posts being photodumps of pictures of friends and aesthetic places around town he’d taken on his film camera. He had a good eye for aesthetics, and his editing style was really pretty. You only vaguely knew what Jongseob looked like, having only seen him in passing, but you immediately could tell he was the one who called your name when you spotted the scrawny boy with the fried bleach blond hair jogging in your direction.

He said your name again as he neared you, his trusty vintage film camera hung around his neck as he shielded his eyes from the sun glaring down on the two of you. “I’m Jongseob! Shota’s told me all about you.” He stuck out his free hand, and you tentatively shook it, taking notice of the intricate rings decorating each finger.

“Has he really? That’s a…terrifying thought.” Jongseob giggled at your comment, his canines showing prominently as he grinned.

“Yeah, he never shuts up about you. Mostly good things though, don’t worry.”

“Great.” You sighed, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to straighten out any flyaways. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are. Shota says you’ll be able to make me look all pretty, so I’ve got high expectations for this session.”

“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard.” He mused as he squinted down at his camera, adjusting the settings in the bright sun. You were slightly taken aback by the off-hand compliment, but you elected to ignore it. He’s probably just the kind of guy that always says nice things like that. “Alright, follow me! I’ve got some ideas.”

You followed Jongseob as he began walking down the nature path that led into the thick forested area of the park, the sound of the river that ran through the center of it growing louder as the two of you approached. “Alright.” Jongseob clapped his hands together as he looked around the lush forest. “Can you go lean on that tree for me?”

“...Lean on the tree?”

“Yeah!”

“...Okay.” You tentatively walked over to the tree he pointed at and attempted to lean on it as instructed. Feeling intensely awkward about the whole thing and having no idea what to do with your hands, you placed them behind your back and looked back towards the photographer who was looking at you with a raised brow. “...Okay, you’re seriously going to have to give me more direction. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Sure! Do you think you can…um…” Jongseob took a deep breath, his hand coming to his chin in an inquisitive manner as he observed your uncomfortable stance. “Actually, do you mind if I like, adjust you?”

“Um…sure?”

Jongseob approached slowly, as if you were a deer he found in the forest. He gave you an almost apologetic smile as he gently adjusted your arms, giving your shoulder a slight push, prompting you to lean back into the tree. Maybe it was the way he was being so gentle and respectful with you, or maybe it was the fact that he smelled fucking amazing, but he was making you very very nervous. “Try not to be too stiff.” You jumped slightly as you heard his voice practically right against your ear. He gave you a brief confused look before he continued, “just try to look as natural as possible. I mean, like, try to pretend you’re not posing for a picture. But like, don’t move too much.”

You nodded as Jongseob returned to his original spot, looking you up and down before giving a satisfied nod at the way he’d posed you, and lifting his camera to his eyes. You were surprised to hear only one click of the camera before he nodded, satisfied, and urged you on to the next location.

“What…was that good?” You hesitantly asked as you hurried after him while he scouted out the next location.

“I mean, I won’t know how the photos will turn out until I get them developed, but you looked great.”

“Oh…” Your cheeks flushed for whatever reason. “Thank you-”

“How about you go sit in those flowers over there?”

“...Okay.”

The next two hours consisted of the two of you running all around the park for the spots with the best lighting as the sun made it’s way into the west, Jongseob poking and prodding at your limbs so assure you looked as non-awkward as possible, you attempting to appear as natural and pretty as possible, and Jongseob pulling all kinds of poses to assure he got the best angles possible.

“Okay…I think this is our last spot.” He clapped as the two of you walked to the old willow tree at the edge of the river. The sun was at the perfect spot, casting beautiful golden light onto the water, the flowers that littered the area appearing even more saturated in the sunlight.

“Better make it count.” Jongseob smirked at your comment, motioning with his hand for you to go sit by the tree. You’d been going at this long enough to understand what his non-verbal cues meant.

You settled down by the tree and looked out over the water, the quiet sound of the river flowing and frogs croaking in the distance could have surely put you to sleep if you’d stayed there long enough. A click brought you out of your peaceful mental space, and as you looked over in the direction of the noise, another click sounded right as you made eye contact with Jongseob’s camera.

“You’re not gonna pose me?”

“No…” Jongseob looked down at his camera, his voice quiet. “I think we’ve got it.”

“Like, we’ve got it, got it?” You stood from your spot, dusting yourself off, the damp grass sticking to your legs.

“Yup!” He replied, still not looking up from his camera. “I’ll bring the copies to school! See you tomorrow!” He ran off down the trail towards the parking lot before you could get another word in, leaving you utterly confused. What an odd guy.

“How was your photoshoot?”

You and Shota were in the back of your car again, your laptop settled on the center console between the two front seats, an old Adventure Time episode playing quietly as the two of you gossiped.

“I think it went okay? It was going really well, we were like, in the zone, we were vibing really well, and then he just kind of ran off. Didn’t even get to buy him that chicken sandwich.” Shota hummed as you relayed the events of the previous day, absently playing a mobile game on his phone as he listened. “I mean, I thought it was going really well. You know? Like, we were kind of talking and we actually have some stuff in common. He’s also like, really nice. And he smells good. Like, really good. And his hands are really soft.”

Shota’s fingers paused on his phone screen as he looked up at you with a raised brow. Your face went red at your friend's scrutinous expression, coughing awkwardly, you adjusted in your seat, folding your hands in front of you in an oh-so casual way. “I mean, not that any of that matters. He’s just…a really good photographer.”

“Uh huh…” Shota went back to his game, but the air had a layer of tension to it now. You sighed and settled into your seat again, leaning your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes.

As soon as the notification sound on your phone dinged you wrenched it out of your pocket as quick as you could. Your face unconsciously broke out into a grin as you saw the message from Jongseob as the top of your notifications asking you to meet up after school so he could show you the photos. You could feel your best friend’s eyes on you as you read the text with an absolutely smitten expression. Turning to Shota, you were met with a smug smirk and another eyebrow raise.

“Fuck off.” You scoffed, pushing his face away as you quickly typed out a response to Jongseob agreeing to meet him. “It’s nothing.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. It’s. Nothing.”

You felt like you were in the midst of a drug deal as Jongseob pulled out the yellow folder full of photos and laid them on the hood of your car. You bounced nervously on the balls of your feet as he opened the folder. You were so certain that you were going to look absolutely atrocious in every single one of them.

Yet, your breath was taken away as Jongseob began taking out the photos one by one, laying them carefully on your car, his eyes flitting up to your face to catch your expression.

Every single photo was absolutely beautiful. Jongseob’s careful directions had managed to make you look so elegant, yet so natural. And the lens of the film camera made all the pictures look as though they had a gentle glowy filter over them.

“Oh my god, Jongseob. You’re amazing. They’re all so pretty.” Jongseob watched with a smile as your eyes ran over every photo, your expression absolutely astonished as you picked up the photo of you sitting by the willow tree, the golden light making your face look like it came straight out of a painting. 

“A photo is only as beautiful as its subject. So, I guess you’re right.” He let out a nervous laugh as your eyes snapped up to meet his. “Ignore that. I’m just glad you like them.”

“You know…” He looked back to you as you started, “I think I still owe you a chicken sandwich, right?”

“Uh…Yes?”

“So…Do you want to go somewhere? Like, not McDonalds?”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment. You were worried you might have overstepped a boundary, opening your mouth to apologize before you were cut off by a nervous giggle.

“Thank god you asked. I never would have been able to make the first move.” Jongseob ran his hands through his hair in disbelief, the grin on his face showing off his perfectly imperfect teeth.

“Do you want to go right now?” Jongseob smiled at your ask, shyly kicking the loose asphalt at his feet before nodding, his hands nervously fondling the yellow folder in his hand.

“Sorry, I have a hard time looking at you. I just think you’re really pretty.”

Your mind blanked as Jongseob began gathering up the photos and hastily shoving them back in the folder. “Okay! Let’s go!” He hopped in the passenger seat of your car, leaving you shaking your head, a smile on your face as you watched him through the window grinning to himself.

You always liked to believe that people carried their own weather with them.

Storms tucked behind ribs, sunshine folded gently beneath skin. If that was true, then Jongseob was the faint morning warmth breaking through the clouds after a long night. 

Subtle. Soft. 

Easy to miss if you weren’t looking closely.

But you always noticed him.

Maybe it was the way he lingered after everyone else left, packing up slowly like someone afraid to disturb the silence. 

Maybe it was the way he listened—really listened—with eyes that felt too sincere for someone his age. 

Or maybe it was the way he seemed to understand you even when you said nothing.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You were sitting on the rooftop behind the practice building, knees drawn to your chest, watching the city lights pulse like a heartbeat. 

Practice had been rough. Life had been rougher. Everything felt too loud—expectations, failures, the things you couldn’t say.

The door creaked open.

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to.

“Thought you’d be here,” Jongseob’s voice said, soft and familiar.

He walked over and sat beside you, leaving just enough space so you wouldn’t feel crowded—but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, steady and calm. 

“You okay?” he asked, elbows resting on his knees as he gazed out with you.

You shrugged, because the truth was tangled somewhere in your throat. “Just… tired, I guess.”

Jongseob nodded like that made perfect sense. “You’ve been carrying a lot.”

His words were simple, but they loosened something inside you. Like he had reached into your storm and smoothed out the wind.

After a moment, he glanced sideways at you.

“You know… you don’t have to do it alone.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m not good at needing people,” you admitted.

“I know,” he said with a small, understanding smile. “But I’m not asking you to need me. I’m just… here. If you want me to be.”

You looked at him then—really looked—and felt the shift. 

The quiet tenderness. The kind of connection that doesn’t shout, it whispers. 

That says I understand you, without forcing you to speak.

“Thank you,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

Jongseob’s expression softened, eyes curving like he was relieved. “Good. Because I’m staying anyway.”

You laughed—soft, surprised. It felt like color creeping back into a grayscale world.

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The two of you fell into an easy silence. 

The wind was cool, brushing your hair lightly, and Jongseob was warm beside you. When your shoulders brushed by accident, neither of you moved away. 

The space between you wasn’t empty; it was full—comfort, mutual understanding, something warm and unnamed.

After a long moment, he spoke again.

“When things get too much…” he began, voice quiet, “you don’t have to pretend with me. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

You swallowed. “And you? Do you pretend?”

He smiled faintly, looking down at his hands. “I used to. A lot.” Then he lifted his eyes to yours—soft, vulnerable. “But then I met you. And suddenly it wasn’t so hard to be myself anymore.”

Your heart stuttered.

The sincerity was overwhelming in the gentlest way.

You turned your hand, letting your fingers brush his. He hesitated only for a second before linking them with yours, firm but careful, like he was holding something precious.

He exhaled—a tiny, breathy sound of relief—and leaned his shoulder against yours.

In that moment, the world felt quieter. Not empty, just peaceful.

Like you had become his calm, and he had become your anchor.

He squeezed your hand once.

“You don’t have to be anyone else with me,” he said, voice steady. “Just you. That’s enough.”

You felt the truth of it settle around you like a warm coat.

“And you?” you whispered. “You’re enough, too.”

Jongseob looked at you with that gaze—the one that felt like soft light breaking through a cloudy morning—and smiled.

“Then we’re good,” he murmured, thumb brushing your knuckle. “Because somehow… I feel like I’m a little more me when I’m with you.”

The two of you stayed like that, fingers intertwined, shoulders touching, hearts steadying against the quiet night breeze.

Not perfect. Not fixed.

But understood.

Held. Seen.

And maybe that was what love looked like.

Not loud or dramatic, just two people saying, in their own quiet way.

I am me better when I am with you. And you’re not alone.

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On your bed, the brand new roll of trans tape he’d ordered online sits untouched in its packaging. It is a tangible reminder of the heartfelt surprise Jongseob prepared for you after you confided your greatest secret to him. The gesture, though seemingly small, carries a weight of emotional significance—a symbol of his unwavering support and the deep bond you both share. It is a testament to his understanding and acceptance, a touching affirmation of his commitment to stand by you through every step of your journey.

As Jongseob finishes the impromptu haircut, a grin spreads across his face, reflecting in the mirror. His hands gently scrunch up your freshly cut hair, molding it into soft curls that will dry into a new shape. The satisfaction in his expression is palpable, his pride in the results evident as he admires his handiwork. The moment is imbued with a sense of shared triumph and intimacy, a celebration of not just a physical transformation but the deepening of your relationship—a bond that has grown stronger through vulnerability and trust.

“What do you think?” Jongseob asks, his voice floating in from a realm that feels almost distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions you are experiencing. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of your pounding heart, which feels as though it might escape from your chest at any moment. The change in your appearance, marked by the dramatic reduction in your hair's length, has an almost liberating effect. It feels as though a heavy burden has been lifted, replaced by a newfound lightness and freedom.

As you turn to face Jongseob, your face lights up with a smile that seems to stretch wider than you ever thought possible. It’s a genuine, unrestrained expression of joy and relief, radiating across your features with an intensity that is both beautiful and profound. The act of hugging Jongseob tightly becomes a physical manifestation of the immense gratitude and affection you feel for him. It’s a silent thank you wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, a way of conveying the depth of your emotional release and the significance of his support.

In that tight hug, you find solace and a shared moment of triumph, your new look symbolizing not just a change in appearance but a step towards embracing a truer version of yourself. Jongseob’s presence, so close and reassuring, anchors you in this moment of personal victory, making it all the more meaningful. The joy and relief you feel are mirrored in the closeness of your embrace, a tender affirmation of the bond that strengthens with each shared experience.

The remnants of your once long hair lie scattered across the bathroom tiles, a silent testament to the transformation that has just taken place. As you peel off your shirt, revealing your bare torso, you feel a sense of liberation. The act of shedding your clothes, like the shedding of your hair, symbolizes a deeper release, an embrace of your truest self.

Jongseob is absorbed in the task of unwrapping the trans tape, his voice a soothing murmur as he explains the proper way to use it. His words flow continuously, a gentle reminder of his care and dedication, but your focus drifts with each step he takes closer to you. The proximity of his presence is comforting, though it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the fluttering emotions within you.

Every now and then, Jongseob steals a kiss on your cheeks and jaw, each touch tender and affectionate. The gentle press of his lips against your skin makes you giggle, the sound light and joyful. He carefully tapes the fabric onto your chest, his movements deliberate and attentive. You watch him through the full-length mirror you own, observing the way his expressions shift with concentration and care.

By the time Jongseob finishes his task, you are overwhelmed by a surge of emotion. The euphoric difference the tape makes is almost too much to contain, and you find yourself pushing back tears. The sight of your new appearance, paired with Jongseob’s loving attention, brings an intense wave of relief and happiness. The emotional weight of the moment is palpable, a mixture of joy and gratitude that touches the core of your being.

“You look so handsome,” Jongseob whispers into your ear, his breath warm and intimate against your skin. He stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a loving embrace. As you catch glimpses of him through the mirror, his eyes are alight with a depth of love and admiration that makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze and the sincerity of his words make it impossible for you to maintain eye contact, and you find yourself looking away, overwhelmed by a soaring sense of joy.

Without waiting for a response, Jongseob moves towards your bed, where your carefully chosen outfit lies neatly. He picks up your brand new shirt with a sense of purpose, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he helps you put it on, the sight of your chest appearing flatter and more aligned with your true self fills you with an overwhelming emotion. The change is profound, and the reality of it tugs at your heartstrings, causing tears to well up uncontrollably.

Jongseob holds you close, his words a gentle, repetitive murmur that reassures you of his pride and admiration. “I’m so proud of you,” he repeats, each phrase infused with genuine affection. As he kisses the side of your head repeatedly, the touch of his lips is both soothing and affirming, reinforcing the bond you share and the significance of the moment. His tender embrace and heartfelt praise become a sanctuary, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and validation as you navigate the depth of your emotions.

As you finish dressing, you find yourself captivated by your new, masculine appearance. The reflection in the mirror reveals a transformation that feels both affirming and exhilarating. Your gaze is interrupted when Jongseob excuses himself into the bathroom, carrying his familiar backpack filled with spare clothes. The wait feels interminable, each minute stretching into what feels like an hour as anticipation builds.

When Jongseob finally emerges, the sight before you brings tears to your eyes all over again. His long blond hair has been styled into whimsical space-buns, adding a touch of playful charm to his look. He’s applied white mascara and a hint of blush, enhancing his features with a subtle yet striking glow. The pink sunglasses perched on his nose add a splash of color and fun. He wears a black and white striped sweater, its distressed holes lending it a well-loved, worn feel. Completing the ensemble is a long, flowy black skirt that swirls gracefully with each movement.

Jongseob’s grin is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, a reflection of his own emotional journey. As you take in his transformed appearance, you feel an overwhelming surge of affection and admiration. You rush to embrace him tightly, the hug conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture. “You look so beautiful,” you tell him, your voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

His cheeks flush with a rosy blush at your compliment, the effect of your words visibly touching him. The warmth of his blush and the radiance of his smile combine to create a moment of shared joy and mutual admiration. The connection between you is palpable, the exchange of affirmations deepening the bond you share and celebrating the beauty of each other's true selves.

With both of you ready, you set out for a nearby park, the anticipation of the evening adding a lightness to your steps. The park, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, provides a picturesque backdrop for your picnic. You find a cozy spot on the grass, spreading out your blanket and settling in.

As you begin to enjoy the picnic, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. There’s a natural ease in your dialogue, a comfortable rhythm that makes the moments feel both intimate and joyous. The simple pleasure of feeding each other blueberries becomes a delightful ritual, the small, sweet bursts of flavor adding to the sense of shared contentment.

The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the park. The soft light reflects off Jongseob’s face, highlighting his features with a gentle radiance. Each laugh and smile is amplified by the serene setting, the beauty of the moment enriched by the perfect harmony of your company and the tranquil surroundings.

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class was boring as hell today and on your way home all you could think about was what you were gonna have for dinner. the streets are almost empty, there were few stores open and the lights shining on the skatepark bothered you. all thoughts running through your head stop when something hits your left heel, catching you out of guard as you fall down. you were already getting prepared to yell at whoever had been so careless with their skateboard when you see a boy, laying on the ground.

“are you okay?”, you yell.

“i… i think i'm fine.” he tries to get up but winces when a wave of pain hits his right knee.

and well, your too kind mind couldn't bare seeing that poor guy lay there with a bloody leg, you make your way to him, walking down the stairs to the end of the hill he fell to, kneeling down by his side.

“[name]?”, you stopped staring at his injury when you hear the boy call out your name, and when you look at his face, damn, you regretted even considering helping him.

kim jongseob. you both had studied together on 11th grade, and, hell, how you hated him. he thought so much of himself and his friends were stupid! you once overheard them talking shit about you and the words never left your head:

“i've been feeling so alone, dude”, a voice that you assumed to be jiung's claimed.

“why don't you try to flirt with [name]?”, keeho answers and you could hear the damn grin in his voice.

“don't even think about it.”, of course, jongseob, because who would ever think about flirting with the nerd?

you slam the small gap of the door shut and leave, not wanting to hear any more of their bullshit.

and now, you stare at him. the guy who you've held a grudge for almost two whole years. “jongseob?” wait, he looked good… nevermind. “uhm… are you okay?”

“yeah, i'm fine, it doesn’t hurt”, he looks down at his knee for the first time since he fell, and when he sees the blood, suddenly it does hurt. “oh, shit! that fucking hurts!”

you hold back a smirk. a side in your head tells you to just leave him there, he can take care of himself. but the other side is kinda curious about which other reactions you'll see from him if you stay for just some minutes more. you decide to listen to the last side.

“there's a pharmacy right there, i'll go get something. you wait for me here.”

“no, you don't have to-” he can't even finish his sentence before you're already sprinting to the drugstore. you come back not much time later with a small bag in your hands.

“that… must have cost a lot.” he says. and this time you can't hold back your smirk before saying “nah, you're paying me back.”

though his concern did confuse you, he must be in a lot of pain if he's caring about bothering someone. the jongseob you knew wouldn't care less. you shrug off your thoughts and first take a water bottle out of the bag, opening it and not thinking twice before dripping some all over his injury to clean it, ignoring his protests and whines.

then you take a dry small tissue and pat it over his knee. after assuring it was well cleaned, you take a bottle of ointment, open and apply it without a warning. jongseob squirms as he tries to find something to hold onto. “that hurts!” he squeals and curses under his breath.

“means it's working.” you feel a bit guilty to admit but it didn't make you feel bad to see the person who's made you hate yourself in so much pain. you finally take a box of bandages from the bag, taking one and wrapping it on his wound. you could feel his eyes on you the entire time, and when you looked back up at him, he faked a wince to hide his staring. annoying.

“done.” you put all of the things you used to treat him back inside the bag.

“thanks, i… i wanted to ask if… maybe… could i have your number?” he speaks impulsively and immediately regrets it. “i mean!!! because we went to school together, right? and i haven't seen you in a while…”

what the hell? kim jongseob was asking for your number? this couldn't be real… “no, thanks.”

“yeah, okay, i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable… thank you for helping me today.” he says with a voice too gentle for your liking.

“how come you're being so kind all of a sudden?” you ask the question that's been on your mind ever since you first saw him today.

“what do you mean?” he traces a finger through the bandage on his knee.

“you used to hate me at school! did you regret it or something?” you didn't even think before you answered.

“what?! i used to hate you?” he questions.

“yeah! you and your friends were always staring and pointing at me! and remember that day when you told them to not even think about flirting with me? i was there! i heard it! and obviously, who'd even think about flirting with the nerd? that hurted me so much because i was young and i liked you!” you choke out all of the words that had been stuck inside you ever since that day.

“wow, wow… wait… you… you got it all wrong, okay? i… i said that because i liked you!” he admits. “and they all knew it so they kept teasing me for it. but as long as i remember, i've always had the hugest crush on you.”

in that moment, you felt a chill run through your entire body. what the hell was this? a movie? there is no way the first boy to break your heart actually liked you. you didn't know what to say, you just stared at him, with eyes as wide as ever.

“that day… you made a huge noise when leaving the room so i knew you had heard. and after that you stopped even looking at my face so i thought you didn't like me back.” he continues.

“wow… we're both so stupid…” was the only phrase that you could get out of your mouth this moment, and jongseob laughed.

“so… can i get your number now?”

my asks are open!

english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes!