#shindong

💙 SUPER JUNIOR: THE LAST MAN STANDING 💙

2005 - 20?? || twenty years strong and counting

it hasn't always been easy these past two decades. thank you suju for being my serotonin for all these years, and here's to many more years together with ELF :)

PART I | PART II

Leeteuk, Heechul, Yesung, Shindong & Eunhyuk x Fem!reader.

Synopsis: The members of Super Junior act as if they are your partner without being aware of it.

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), maybe some grammar mistakes, written with female pronouns.

w/c: almost 1.2k for each character

a/n: I'll only post about 5 members in this bc are long enough and it could be boring if I put everyone in 1

MASTERLIST

LEETEUK

As hosts of a radio show people were used to seeing and hearing you together.

Sometimes he would give you kind compliments about your wardrobe or your appearance in general. He always had a kind word for you as soon as the broadcast started.

He called you pretty, darling, dear… in short, your name was always accompanied by some affectionate word and yet everything seemed normal, or at least you thought so.

The radio program was celebrating one more year of broadcasting and the radio station had planned a special program to celebrate with the public.

They wouldn't have a live audience because the booth, as big as it was, didn't allow for that many people. But what they could do was receive letters from fans.

The other two hosts took turns reading the public's comments and letters one by one while telling anecdotes of things that had happened behind the scenes.

A letter arrived addressed to you and Leeteuk stretched out his arm to hand it to you personally.

"Dear (Y/N), I would like to know why Leeteuk treats you differently. Are you two dating? I have noticed that he always introduces you differently than the others and, although I rarely get to watch the YouTube broadcast, I have noticed that he is very attentive to you, more so than he is to the other two hosts," you read as the tone of your voice lowered as the letter read on.

"Now that the anonymous one mentions it," your companion interjected, "I have noticed that when Leeteuk brings his lunch, he always brings a small portion for (Y/N)."

"That's a lie," you said before the topic continued, "He's nice to everyone who works here. I don't think he has a preference for anyone."

It was that letter that seemed to open everyone's eyes. Everyone but yours.

The day after the anniversary the staff kept casting fleeting glances in your direction, or whispering secretly to each other every time Leeeteuk approached you during the reading of the rundown.

Things were starting to get tense between the two of you.

As usual, Leeteuk had introduced you as "the ever beautiful (Y/N)". At first the flattery made you smile, until it was his turn to introduce his other two companions and he did so by mentioning only their names, without any cute way of referring to them.

At that moment you justified it by thinking that the relationship with the other two women was perhaps not as close as with you.

But the night came and the team gathered for dinner at a Korean steak restaurant.

Drinks were served and plates of food were passed from hand to hand while someone from the staff was in charge of cooking the meat for everyone.

Your place was a bit far from the grill, so you had a hard time reaching the meat to eat it. The aroma that the whole place contained wasn't much help, everything smelled appetizing.

Then it happened.

Leeteuk wrapped a piece of meat with a knob leaf, placed some kimchi and put it in front of your mouth to feed you.

"Thank you?" you mumbled, opening your mouth to take the morsel he offered you.

Someone dropped his chopsticks against the table and another one of those present almost choked on the soju.

The table was silent. Glances traveled from Leeteuk to you and everyone seemed to notice that something was going on between you.

"What was that?" one of the hosts questioned, moving her chopstick back and forth between you and Leeteuk.

"What are you talking about?"

Your confusion was real. Leeteuk had always been like that with you, it didn't make sense for them to be surprised by something like that.

"He always introduces you differently, makes you food and now he even feeds you. You can't deny that's strange."

As the other host pointed out every detail, Leeteuk again placed another piece of meat wrapped in lettuce in front of your mouth.

You had no choice but to go back to eating the morsel he offered you.

"It's nonsense," you shook your hand to play down his words, "he would do that for anyone."

"You know that's not true."

That conversation had planted a doubt inside you. A small unknown that hovered in the air between you and Leeteuk.

During that week of work you had noticed that Leeteuk always accompanied your name with some kind word and that he didn't refer to anyone else that way.

"Wonderful (Y/N)"

"Sweet (Y/N)"

"Dear (Y/N)"

Every time he mentioned a different adjective your face would go up in flames and your coworkers could do nothing but laugh at your reactions.

The straw that broke the camel's back was the day a psychoanalyst was invited to the program.

That specialist had not stopped pointing out every detail between you and Leeteuk. What if his eyes revealed that he was attracted to you, or the way he moved his hands gave away how much he wanted to be with you.

The worst? Leeteuk never denied it.

He didn't make excuses, he didn't deny the facts. He just smiled and went on with the interview as if those accusations were an everyday occurrence.

When the broadcast was over you got rid of all the audio and sound equipment and left the booth. You needed to talk to him.

You two couldn't keep orbiting like that, making everyone uncomfortable and being the victims of scathing comments that matched you both.

"Do you have time?" you asked him as soon as his head popped out of the cockpit.

"Sure, is everything okay?"

"I don't think so. There have been some strange comments around lately" you scratched the back of your head. "The whole team thinks there's something going on between you and me."

Those words hung in the air much longer than you thought prudent. The silence stretched between the two of you, threatening to make the wait for an answer more and more agonizing.

'It bothers you."

His answer was accurate. A statement that fell like a bombshell inside you.

Did it bother you? Was it really uncomfortable?

No.

The truth was that you were used to his good treatment, to the ease with which he moved around you.

If you felt uncomfortable it was because of your own feelings. The constant thumping and thudding of your heart, the butterflies in your stomach and the shortness of breath when he got too close to you.

"It doesn't bother me. I want to make it clear."

"You want us to prove them right? You want to hear that I really like you? Well, fine. I like you, what those people say is real."

His eyes looked back at you with determination, with a glint of desperation to hear what you had to say.

Your hands clutched at the collar of his shirt and you pulled him close to your lips.

You didn't need to say your answer. The feel of your lips on his was enough for him to understand the message.

HEECHUL

His long fingers caressed your cheek as the forum fell silent. The lights dimmed and the ambient saxophone music began.

With his fingertips he traced your jaw, his index finger lifted your chin causing your head to tilt back, exposing your lips to meet his.

"I can't see it! Cut, cut, cut," Yerin interjected, covering his eyes with both hands.

Heechul bent down and planted a kiss on your cheek, leaving on your skin the mark of the pink lipstick that had been put on him to record the video.

You let out a laugh as you walked over to your best friend to slap her back with the palm of your hand. You had tried too hard not to laugh during the whole scene for her to ruin it like that.

"But I was about to kiss (Y/N)!" Heechul joked, provoking laughter from some of the staff.

"You dream."

Yerin, the former GFriend member and also the glue that bound Heechul and you together, had hired you -without pay- to be the main actors in the video for her new song.

"Don't fight, I need you to keep that romantic aura you always create when you are together," she requested in a conciliatory tone.

"We don't even have a romantic aura," Heechul replied. "We only pretend for the sake of your career."

In a childish gesture he showed you his tongue. You smiled and decided to ignore him for the sake of the music video.

"We don't have a romantic aura," you pointed out to get rid of the discomfort that had settled in your chest, "I can barely tolerate his presence. You know I do it for you."

Your arms went around your friend, pulling her tight against you. You loved her too much, enough to agree to pretend to be a couple with Heechul.

You didn't dislike the singer, but he made you nervous with his games and comments. Always cornering you, always confusing your feelings.

"You always act like a couple. Hee does things for you that he would never do for others, not even for me," she commented as if it was no big deal.

But of course it was a big deal. Of course saying that set your pulse racing like nothing else could.

"He's always been a joker with everyone."

"But not everyone he jokes with like he jokes with you. Think about it," she added, "he wouldn't have agreed to do this video if I chose someone else as a model."

"Not for free but for a small fee," you pointed out amused.

"You see? I bet the other drink he's holding is for you," she whispered looking at the idol who was coming back after going to a nearby store.

"Think fast!" shouted the singer, throwing a plastic bottle with liquid inside in your direction.

The package landed in your hands successfully, so you earned Heechul's applause and congratulations.

"That's my girl!" the idol laughed before hiding his face behind his hair out of sudden embarrassment.

Yerin pressed his lips together to contain his laughter.

"Do you see? You're HIS girl now."

The biting comment achieved its effect by rattling your feelings. Now you were no longer so sure what your presence meant to the idol.

There you were again, now filming a scene in the park behind the SM building.

Two days had passed and your outfit had been neatly selected to give the scene a 'romantic aura' as Yerin liked to say.

Heechul and you were walking hand in hand, the idol intertwined his fingers with yours while looking at the cameras. It seemed that this was part of the script.

It wasn't.

Your body tensed and the scene was genuinely perfect. The reactions of both of you were natural. None of you seemed to be acting and only Heechul, Yerin and you seemed aware of it.

"Don't. People already think something is going on between us. Don't give us any more confusing signals," you implored, feeling the heat rising from your stomach to your face.

"I like you," Heechul whispered almost inaudibly. His lips hadn't even parted completely.

"This is not part of the script."

His footsteps slowed to a stop. Heechul's gaze traveled all over your face looking for some sign to stop him, some expression to warn him that he was going too far.

But your eyes sparkled and your lips tugged their corners into a shy smile, sometimes turning your relaxed countenance into one full of doubts. Uncertainties.

"I like you" he tried again, this time with a steadier voice, more sure of his words.

You swallowed hard. Feeling for the first time the weight of his words. You felt cornered.

"You dream," you articulated with false irony.

"I dream of impossible. Tell me you feel the same, tell me I'm not risking too much."

Your arms went around his neck. You leaned on him for balance as you stood on the tips of your toes, stretching to reach his lips.

Heechul helped you by bending his head until that longed-for union came. His lips were soft and delicate, his rhythm too slow for your own liking.

"Cut!" Yerin shouted, clapping his hands and twirling back and forth.

You both broke apart and turned to the cameramen. Almost all of them had their mouths open as they continued to focus their lenses on you.

Your face was completely red, as was Heechul's, but he was quicker to leave the embarrassment behind only to start joking with everyone.

"This video is going to be a hit! I need someone to send me the unedited version."

The laughter matched the sound of your heartbeat, making you feel less nervous and a little more confident as Heechul's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

YESUNG

The sun streamed through the cafeteria windows and reflected off every metal surface it touched. The new moldings on the door frames, windows and handrails glistened in the sunlight.

With a piece of cloth in one hand and the glass cleaning liquid in another, you began to spray the square surface of one of the tables while humming the song playing in the background.

The customers were few and the boss had to leave. His brother was supposed to arrive soon, but there was no sign of the singer anywhere.

"Leave that there. Clean the tables is not your duty," proclaimed the idol, pushing you aside to take your place, "Go and wait at the counter."

Indeed your job was to be at the counter, but since there were no customers you could also help the cleaning staff. After all, everyone were there to work.

"Here comes the substitute's girlfriend," the barista joked, earning one of your punches in his side.

"Maybe not a girlfriend, but a favorite," corrected the waitress. "It's too obvious to deny it."

"It's not obvious. He's nice to everyone."

You really believed that. You had witnessed the way the idol would get involved at work by manning the cash register or serving orders.

He was an easygoing person who was willing to help. There was nothing to read between the lines, plain and simple he was one of those rare people with a service attitude.

"So kind that the only one he won't let lift a finger is you."

"That's not true. Stop making up gossip," you said.

Yesung's presence at the counter made everyone stand still, giving each other complicit glances as they pointed at you and the idol.

You rolled your eyes and continued working, or at least you were trying to.

You couldn't feel comfortable with all those mocking looks on you.

"Do you have plans for today?" asked Yesung once they ran out of customers.

The singer was maneuvering behind the espresso machine, preparing some coffee for the whole team while they chatted in a comfortable and friendly way.

"Today I have training with the baseball team, I could use an iced americano coffee," commented the barista, observing each of the idol's movements.

Yesung poured the first shot of coffee into a glass with ice, put the lid on and handed it to him.

"An iced for the team's athlete. And you?" His question was directed to your other workmate.

"An americano. Please"

"I'll do it."

It was the same routine. Yesung prepared his drink and placed it on the counter.

"Later I have to attend an online conference. I don't understand why they organize something like this if they know well that we are in exam time and we have many subjects to study" she complained bringing the cup of coffee to her lips "Thanks, it tastes delicious."

The singer pulled out the espresso again but this time he steamed the milk to make you a cappuccino.

The cup rested on the counter as he gave you a look that lasted a little longer than usual.

"Thank you?" You hesitated a little.

There was no need to place your order, he already knew it by heart.

That shouldn't really mean anything.

The team was small, so knowing everyone's tastes was easy, wasn't it? You shook your head to push those thoughts away and decided to focus your attention on what was going on around you.

When the cup reached your lips, the idol turned his attention back to you. He was waiting to see your reaction to the drink he had prepared because he knew you liked it.

A drop of cappuccino slipped from your lips and Yesung wiped it off with a paper napkin.

You was thankful and the rest of the world fell silent. The barista spit out the coffee as he coughed violently.

"Wow, he doesn't just wipe tables (Y/N), he wipes your lips as well" your companion joked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

"He just wanted to help me. Stop being annoying" you diverted your attention to the singer to answer a question he hadn't asked yet. "Thank you, the cappuccino was delicious."

"It seems that my skills are improving."

That was the only comment he made and that made you panic.

You expected him to scold your colleagues, to say something to deny things. But no, he had ignored the subject as if it was unimportant.

Then Yesung's hand burst into your field of vision crossing in front of your face. His fingers smoothed a lock of your hair and placed it inside the net that was supposed to hold it in place.

The rest of the team freaked out at the gesture and the idol blushed slightly.

"I'll go enlist what's in the storeroom," he said and ran off, leaving you alone to confront your teammates who were bragging about what they had just witnessed.

That was all that happened in a single day.

Things got worse the next time the idol came to help in the cafeteria even though his brother was also there.

"You are wanted (Y/N)!" Jong Jin announced hiding a mocking smile.

Your gaze fixed on the entrance of the cafeteria only to find Yesung setting foot inside the establishment.

You immediately turned around and stopped wiping the tables to run behind the counter, just where you belonged.

Your colleagues laughed discreetly at your reaction.

"I need someone to accompany my brother to pick up the new set of cups I designed for this season," requested the owner observing all the employees.

"I will go with (Y/N), she is efficient in this kind of jobs" declared Yesung holding your hand to take you out of the store.

Your companions laughed uproariously as your cheeks turned a scarlet red that was hard to hide.

The inside of the van they used to pick up orders felt smaller than usual. It was as if the space forced you to sit shoulder to shoulder with the idol.

"Doesn't it bother you?" you asked, putting the seat belt in place.

"Helping my brother? No, I like to spend my little free time with him."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about us, that they keep saying I'm your favorite."

There, you'd finally come out and said it. Even if you regretted it, there was no turning back.

"It doesn't bother me. Maybe you are my favorite."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn't expected his answer to be so direct, let alone that it had left you speechless.

You had short-circuited.

"Maybe you're also overthinking things."

His ambiguous answer made you land with a thud.

The way he said it gave you hope and then pushed you back into rejection. You couldn't deal with that any longer.

"I also think you like me," you declared with your arms crossed and a frown on your face.

Yesung didn't answer anything. His eyes were on the road while his hands clutched the steering wheel.

Feeling increasingly annoyed you decided to turn to the window to admire the cityscape.

Birds were following each other in intricate movements fluttering through the sky, children were laughing and playing in the parks and office workers were starting to come out of the buildings with their backpacks, purses and briefcases in hand.

Everyone was on the move, all except the two of you, who didn't seem to be getting anywhere.

"Did you like me?" you asked directly, no pretty words or nerves all around. You wanted an answer and you wanted it now.

The idol lost control of the car and it meandered down the road, earning the whistles of other drivers.

Yesung parked on the first street he could and got out of the car nervously, running his fingers through his black hair.

He needed air. He needed to calm his nerves.

You followed close behind him, descending through your door. If you were going to have that talk there and now then you wanted to have it face to face.

"I don't think this is a good time to have this conversation," he murmured, trying to calm his heartbeat.

"You want to talk about it in the cafeteria?" you pressed, raising an eyebrow in a challenging attitude.

Yesung was silent again, meticulously calculating the best way to broach the subject.

A confession in the middle of the road was not the scenario he had planned to do it, but technically you were cornering him and he didn't feel able to tolerate that pressure any longer.

"All right," he raised his hands in defeat, "I like you," he declared.

"That makes things easier."

You took his cheeks between your hands and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was an awkward and somewhat shaky touch, but it was enough for Yesung to confirm your feelings for him.

"It took you too long to admit it," you murmured, ready to give him another kiss. This time it would be a sweet and deep one, just like the feelings he awakened in you.

SHINDONG

Wires were crossing everywhere and getting tangled in different places. It was like watching snakes walking on the recording studio floor.

You had fought with the director on countless occasions to keep him from causing such a mess with the equipment components, so as not to cause an accident.

You immediately began to untangle everything, bundling the wires with plastic straps to prevent them from getting in the way again. The task became a little tedious as time went on.

"Careful," you heard one of the cameramen say.

Your feet stumbled on one of the many wires and you almost fell to the ground, the only thing that stopped your fall was Shindong's hand resting on your back to allow you to regain your balance.

"Thank you," you murmured before continuing to work as if it had never happened.

And in truth, that was not something strange for both of you. On several occasions the director had saved you from falling. He always seemed to be attentive to your footsteps.

Did you mistakenly walk on the wrong step in a stair? Shindong's hand was there to support you.

Were you going to fall because of an imperceptible stone in the path? Shindong held you by the shoulders to steady you.

He was always there, by chance or not, he always ended up helping you to keep you from falling.

After the wire incident, and still spending several days shooting the video of a girl group, it was time to pick up all the equipment they had used.

The boxes where they kept the props were filled one by one. Inside you could see balls, fans, colorful ribbons… there were too many things neatly stacked on top of each other.

As you were just another assistant, your duty was also to carry all that stuff to the small storage room of the recording studio.

Making a little effort, you carried one of the boxes with both arms and walked with it to the small space behind one of the camera cranes.

Carrying something so heavy was more complicated than you thought. It was not only the extra weight, but also the lack of mobility it entailed.

Once in front of the shelf, you did everything humanly possible to lift the box onto one of the many steps of the cabinet, but your arms could not support enough weight to lift it to a height above your head.

By accident you hit one of the metal bars of the cabinet and the boxes threatened to fall on top of you. Fortunately Shindong was there to stop it all and get you back to safety.

"Hey (Y/N), we didn't know you were his princess in distress," joked one of the workers.

"I'm not," you replied, squinting your eyes.

"Of course you are. He's just being careful with you. If I was about to be crushed to death by those boxes, I bet he'd leave me there and then make fun of me."

Another two cameramen nodded at his statement and you could do nothing but shake your head.

To you none of that was obvious, in fact it was completely natural for Shindong to help you. After all you were the only woman in the work team, and by simple logic it was only natural that he would be more attentive to you than to the rest.

At least that's what you thought until another woman joined and the differences started to become more noticeable.

The new girl had become entangled with the camera wires and was about to fall, the only thing that prevented the accident was the skillful way in which the woman managed to regain her balance with the camera on her shoulder.

Your gaze traveled to Shindong, who was a short distance from the scene and still had not prevented the girl's fall.

On another occasion the rookie almost got hit with one of the basketballs they were using for filming, but she dodged it just in time despite having screamed at the imminent danger.

Again Shindong was close by, but that didn't stop the accident from happening.

At that point you began to pay more attention to details you hadn't noticed before.

Like when Shindong started to put the prop boxes on the first steps of the furniture, making them more accessible to you.

Or when he saw to it that your place on the set was isolated from the fire they were going to use and in your place he placed someone else to be his assistant.

It seemed that you could no longer lie to yourself thinking that he was doing all this just for the sake of it. Now every little detail seemed to point to another reason that you didn't know if you wanted to know.

While you were watching him, your feet tripped over a wire and you almost fell to the ground, but then Shindong reacted and grabbed you by the shirt to break your fall.

That reaction earned the attention of everyone present along with the reddening of your face.

You needed to set the record straight. You needed to ask him for explanations before your head exploded.

"What is all this?"

"A recording studio. Did you hit your head when I wasn't around?"

"I'm not talking about that. I mean this." Your hands were moving, pointing at Shindong and then pointing at you effusively. "We."

He took your hand and pointed your finger at him, right in the middle of his chest.

"I'm the director," he then pointed your index finger at you, "and you're my assistant."

There it was again. He hadn't said AN assistant, he clearly said MY and that added more worry to your being.

"So why don't you treat me like the new girl?"

You were starting to feel more confident, like you had the whole situation under control even though you knew you were shaking like a jelly inside.

"Because she is she and you are you."

Your eyebrows rose waiting for him to add something more to that vague answer, but he just nodded as if that explained everything.

The frustration you felt grew as the conversation progressed.

"You are always around to help me if I need it. You take care of me all the time. You give me the simple tasks. You had refused to hire another woman. You didn't do that because she was she and I was myself, you didn't even know her!"

The volume of your words caught the attention of the few people who had been ignoring them.

"It sounds like you think I like you."

"That's what it sounds like."

"Because that's what it is."

Several groans of surprise were heard in the forum. Apparently the scene was more entertaining than the work they were supposed to be doing

"And why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" You kept claiming as panic spread inside you.

"Because the subject hadn't come up, and now that I've said it, you're still arguing."

"Well I―" you remained silent while your fingers fidgeting with each other "the truth is that―" your voice began to descend. Your voice began to lower. The words came out as if in a whisper "I like you too."

"It was so easy" his arm went around your shoulders, forcing you to stay close to him, walking side by side announcing to the world that you were together.

EUNHYUK

Your legs went up and down, sliding to the right and then to the left following the beat of the music.

Beads of sweat began to form on your forehead due to the heat and physical exertion. In spite of everything you were satisfied, smiling at the huge mirror that covered the entire wall of the rehearsal room.

Your calves were begging for a break, but you continued to push yourself to make every step perfect. Calculated.

"Perfect!" shouted Eunhyuk once the song came to an end.

With the euphoria of having executed the rehearsal to perfection, he bumped his hand against yours and drew you in to bump shoulders as partners, as two beings who shared a special camaraderie.

Sweat had left both of your skins sticky, but you didn't mind. You were more than used to it.

You pinched the edge of the collar of your shirt and began to stretch and contract the fabric to fan yourself, allowing cool air to circulate inside the garment.

"This choreography is very demanding," commented the idol leaning against the wall to slide his body to the floor.

You mimicked his movement and soon you were both sitting on the stave with your backs against the cool wall.

Your quickened breaths shared the same rhythm, your breasts rising and falling at the same speed.

That was your relationship. Two dancers who enjoyed doing their routines together.

Until one fine day the whole group was in the middle of their warm-up exercises to rehearse the new choreography. Because the steps were a bit complicated, you and Eunhyuk had modified it slightly. Nothing substantial.

The door opened and you entered with your sports bag in hand. You were ready to show them all what you and Hyuk had accomplished.

"It's hot in here. Good morning gentlemen," you greeted, bowing slightly in front of each of them.

Eunhyuk took the thermostat control in his hands and lowered the temperature slightly.

The sudden change made everyone turn to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"I just complained about the heat a moment ago and no one did anything," said Ryeowook, feeling offended.

"It must be what they call 'pretty privilege'. Too bad you're not a pretty dancer," you teased as you tied your hair in a messy bun.

"Or maybe it's the 'I love you privilege'," said Kyuhyun earning the laughter of the rest.

"Enough games, it's time to rehearse," you cut the conversation short by clapping your hands loudly to get their attention and calm the laughter.

The sound system gave no respite, nor did the idols that moved along with it.

Complaints had been reduced to a minimum and the shouts of excitement had increased. They had been at that pace for two hours until Leeteuk said it was time to take a break.

You stopped the music and they dropped to the floor breathing exaggeratedly.

The scrunchie holding your hair slid to the floor and the strands began to stick to your skin from the sweat. You didn't find the sensation pleasant.

Out of nowhere Eunhyuk picked up the rubber band and began to tie your hair absentmindedly while continuing to talk to Donghae about the plans they had for a future tour as a subunit.

The room fell silent. You remained static. Eunhyuk kept talking but Donghae couldn't understand what was going on.

His fingers combed through your hair and held each strand before putting the scrunchie in place.

"I knew it!" shouted Yesung laughing loudly.

Sudden heat rose from your abdomen to your face, staining everything crimson in its wake.

Eunhyuk let go of your hair as if it burned his hand. His face blushing violently as he tried to get away from the place at all costs.

His footsteps led him towards the exit of the rehearsal room and he quickened his pace until he started running down the hallway.

An uncomfortable silence fell over everyone inside the room. Eight pairs of eyes were watching you with hundreds of questions welling up in them. But no one dared to say them aloud.

"He must like you too much. I'll go get him," announced Siwon standing up to go chase after the dancer.

"Since when has this been so obvious to you?"

You hid your face in your hands, trying not to make the scene even more embarrassing. Trying to disappear in that instant without leaving any trace.

"He's always treated you differently from the other dancers," Leeteuk replied with a sympathetic smile. "We thought you would have noticed that long ago."

"He always sits next to you, practices dances only with you and even talks about you after you've left," Donghae added.

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as if knowing all that was giving you a migraine.

"I'll talk to him."

Your tied hair stuck out from the back of the black cap that covered your head, the ponytail swaying with the sway of your footsteps as you walked hurriedly through the halls.

You peeked your face out of one of the windows and finally saw Eunhyuk arguing with Siwon in the parking lot. The scene was quite strange.

Without a second thought you started running towards the elevator to get downstairs as soon as possible. You couldn't let him escape from what he had already provoked.

The elevator doors opened and you ran out like an exhalation. Your steps didn't stop until you were in front of the dancer.

"You fool!" you shouted at him as you jumped a little, wrapping your legs around his waist.

The idol held you from behind and froze in front of you.

Seizing the moment you kissed him even though you were short of breath. His muscles tensed and his hands pressed hard on your back, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Your legs began to lose strength and your weight gave way, but Eunhyuk was still holding you against his body.

"I like you," whispered the idol, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours.

"I know that already, silly. I like you too."

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