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SUMMARY: A quiet after-hours date at your boyfriend’s auto shop gets a little more interesting the second he pulls you into a slow dance!
WC: 2.7k words
DISCLAIMERS: fluff!!!!! slow dancing involved. thanks. and then smut okay. [ minors / ageless blogs dni pls! ] fingering, oral (f receiving) an eater ofc thanks. edging…… unprotected sex (pls wrap b4 u tap!!!!!). & shoutout … for u 🐶 anon :3
The auto shop always sounded different after closing.
Without the constant flurry of running engines and ringing phones, the garage softened quietly — with low music drifting from the old speaker near Shota’s toolbox, the humming of the overhead fluorescent lights, and the occasional metallic clink when he set a wrench down somewhere behind you.
The whole garage smelled like motor oil mixed with greasy burgers and the faint cologne that lingered on Shota’s hoodie you’d stolen from home earlier. You sat on a nearby workbench, legs swinging gently while picking fries from the takeout carton resting beside you.
“What happened to you saying you’d help me?” He called from across the garage, walking toward you.
“I’m supervising,” You called out, correcting him immediately. “Super important job.”
Your boyfriend laughed softly, as he shut the toolbox beside you before disappearing toward the back sink. You could hear running water for a moment, then the rustle of paper towels.
When he came back, you noticed how he looked unfairly pretty for someone who’d spent the entire day under cars. His dark hair messy, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a little tired around the eyes in the prettiest way possible. His hands were finally clean now too, freshly washed and still slightly damp when he reached over to steal a quick kiss.
He stood between your legs, a smile so wide. He was just obsessed with you. “Did you you finish my fries?” His eyebrow quirked as he glanced at the empty carton.
“Don’t worry, I saved you the crumbs.”
“You’re lucky I like you.”
You grinned before correcting him again. “Love me, actually.”
Shota only shook his head fondly, stealing the drink from your hands for a sip before setting it aside.
"I do love you," He said quietly, his eyes tracing slowly across your face — your forehead, your cheekbones, your lips — as if committing every detail to memory. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. "More than I probably should."
He was quiet for a moment, and that made you nervous. God.. you’ve been with him since junior high and he still managed to make you feel like a pre-teen with a hallway crush.
"Sorry I couldn’t take you out tonight like I promised," Shota said softly, “Wasn’t really my ideal scenario to order you burgers at my place of work while I fix up some rich person's car.” He said with a giggle.
You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it — I get it! You’re the most hardworking person I know. It will never erase how much I love you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, his dark eyes softening at the sight of you. "Dance with me?“
He didn't need to say anything else after you smiled. Shota turned and reached for the speaker — the one that had been blaring some classic rock station, all guitar solos and masculine bravado. He switched it with a twist of a knob, and the garage filled with something entirely different: a slow, soulful R&B melody.
"Come on," He said softly, and the tone in his voice made something low in your belly tighten.
He took your hand — his palm warm and calloused against yours — pulling you off the counter and into the middle of the garage floor.
His arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt the strength in them, the careful control. Your hands found his shoulders first, then slid up to his neck, your fingers threading into the hair at his nape. It was soft, silky, and darker than the oil stains on the concrete.
He leaned in, and his forehead came to rest against yours. You could feel his breath on your lips, so close you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.
"Just wanna hold you like this for a while," He breathed, and that made your chest ache.
You swayed together, finding a pace that had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the way your bodies fit together. Your feet shuffled on the gritty floor, and you could feel every grain of sand and metal shaving through your shoes. You laughed as his hands slid down your back, pressing into the small of it, pulling you closer until there was no space left between.
You could feel every plane and angle of his body against yours. The song murmured on, a low groove that seemed to sync with your heartbeat, or maybe your heartbeat had synced with it — you couldn't tell anymore.
His lips brushed your temple, feather-light, then your cheek, then hovered over your mouth. You could taste the anticipation in the air, as if he was asking permission for this as if you haven’t done this before. It’s only like you’ve been together for years.
You answered by closing the distance.
The two of you kissed slowly, almost like you were re-learning the shape and texture of each other's lips.
His felt softer, slightly chapped from the dry air, and they moved against yours with a careful reverence that made your knees weak. But the heat built fast, exponentially, like a chemical reaction reaching critical mass.
His tongue slid against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed and becoming part of him. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling at the roots, and he groaned — a deep, guttural sound that you felt in your bones. His hips pressed forward involuntarily, and you felt the hard line of his cock against your thigh through the heavy fabric of his coveralls.
"Fuck," Shota breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, reflecting the fluorescent lights like distant stars. "You still manage to make me feel crazy after all these years." He whispered with a mischievous grin, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
"Yeah? Prove it to me," You said, your voice barely a whisper, but it was enough.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hands found your waist, and he lifted you effortlessly — you tend to forget how strong he was, but maneuvering engines and transmissions made sense translating to this.
He carried you back to the workbench. The metal surface was shockingly cold against your thighs as he set you down, and the contrast made you gasp. He stood back between your legs, his hands braced on either side of you, caging you in, and you'd never felt safer.
He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring your mouth with more confidence. His hands roamed down your body — over your breasts, feeling the weight of them through your clothes, your stomach, the curve of your hip. He pulled his sweatshirt off of you allowing it to fall on the floor with a thud. The cold air bit your skin immediately, raising goosebumps, but his warmth was everywhere, chasing away the chill.
His lips trailed down your jaw, your throat, and he sucked a mark into the sensitive skin below your ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. You arched into him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.. you needed him closer.
He groaned against your neck, and you felt his hand slide under your shirt, his palm flat and hot against your stomach, his calluses catching slightly on your skin. "Need to feel you," He said, his voice muffled against your skin, vibrating through you.
His hands moved to your jeans, fingers working the button quickly before he tugged them down your legs along with your underwear, the fabric catching on your shoes before you kicked everything off. The pile of clothing landed somewhere on the floor, but you seriously didn't care where.
He stepped back just enough to look at you—naked from the waist down, perched on his workbench like an offering, your legs spread open for him, vulnerable and wanting.
"So pretty," He breathed, and his words sounded like a prayer before he leaned back in.
His tongue teased against yours, wet and warm, while one hand slid down the curve of your waist, fingers grazing the bare skin of your hip. Lower still, he traced the inside of your thigh — no fabric to stop him, just the soft heat of your flesh under his calloused palm. You pulled back just enough to breathe, a whimper escaping against his mouth — the ache between your legs was a living thing now, pulsing in time.
He answered without words as his hand slid between your thighs, finding you slick, swollen, and exposed. A single finger eased inside with no delay, the sensation was electric with the way his thumb circled your sensitive bud just once before he pushed deeper. The stretch was exquisite, a burn melted into pleasure while he worked another finger in and out.
A moan tore from your throat — low and almost animalistic. He swallowed it with a messy kiss, his tongue sliding against yours once again while his fingers curled upward, pressing against that sweet spot deep inside.
Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the pressure, your breath hitching. "Please don’t stop," You whimpered against his mouth, the word barely coherent between kisses.
Without warning, he pulled away — doing the exact opposite of what you asked. The sudden emptiness made you whimper aloud, a sound that echoed off the concrete floor and metal tool chests.
But then he was on his knees.
His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, spreading you wide open on the cold steel of the workbench. He leaned in, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your leg — slow and torturous. He climbed higher and higher until his warm breath ghosted over your cunt, making you shiver and arch into the promise of his tongue.
Your fingers found his dark hair again, tangling in the strands, needing something to anchor you. "Please.”
He didn't make you wait, because he never did. Quickly, his tongue slid through your folds, slow, making sure to taste every inch of you. You gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth involuntarily.
He hummed in approval, and the vibration sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your body. He lapped at your clit with flat strokes, broad and firm, before circling it with the tip of his tongue.
"Sho—" His name fell from your lips like it was the only word you could remember. He gazed up, his mouth still on you, his eyes dark and half-lidded with desire. Without warning, he pushed two fingers back into you, and you cried out at the sudden fullness and the way he curled them upward, finding that spot again that made you see stars burst behind your eyelids.
The workbench creaked beneath you as your back arched, your body trying to process the overwhelming sensation. "Come on," He gasped against your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Let me hear you. Don't hold back."
He fucked you with his fingers, each thrust meaningful, while his tongue worked you in relentless circles. Your grip on his hair tightened, pulling at the roots hard enough that it had to hurt, but he groaned against you once more.
He liked it — you could tell by the way his hips rutted forward against nothing, seeking friction, and the way he pressed his face harder into you, by the desperate edge to his breathing.
"Fuck— I'm gonna—" You started, but the words dissolved into a moan, incoherent and lost.
He pulled his mouth away, his fingers still buried inside you and moving. You whined even louder than the last time. Shota looked up at you with slick lips and wild eyes. "Not yet. Want it on my cock.” He stood, his hand still working with just the right pressure.
He leaned in to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips — and just like it has been all night, his kiss was messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue and full of need.
His fingers slid out of you, and you whimpered once more at the sudden emptiness.
He stepped back quickly, his hands trembling as they worked the loose knot at his hip. His work coveralls were already unzipped, tied at his waist so quickly, they slid down to his thighs and your gaze followed — tracing the hard line straining beneath his boxers. A dark bloom had already spread at the tip, damp and eager, soaking through the thin material.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed. His head was slick with a glossy sheen that caught the harsh fluorescent light He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking once, his eyes locked on yours.
"Shit." You sighed in anticipation.
He stepped between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, pressing his head against you, blunt and hot, and you both held your breath, suspended in this moment before everything changed.
He pushed in, slow, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you around him. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, your head falling back.
"Fuck, my love, you’re tight.” He groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath coming in short pants. He sheathed himself fully, his hips flush against yours, and stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust.
You could feel him trembling with the effort of holding still, of not just taking what he wanted but then he began to move.
His thrusts were deep and slow, a steady rhythm that rocked the workbench against the wall. The metal screeched with each impact, a sound that should have been ugly but instead became part of the symphony.
Your hands found his hair again, wrapping the dark strands around your fists and pulling hard. His head snapped back, exposing the long line of his throat, and a guttural sound escaped him — raw and primal.
"God, I love when you do that," He growled, his voice barely recognizable as he peppered your face with kisses.
You took that as your sign, yanking harder which caused his strokes to equally wreck you. His hips slapped against yours with increasing urgency. He leaned back down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was more a clash of lips and teeth than anything tender.
Shota’s hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against it in tight, precise circles that took you into another level of pleasure.
"Come on." He panted against your mouth, his voice ragged. "Need to feel you."
The tension inside you snapped like a wire pulled too tight. Your body convulsed around him, your inner walls clenching rhythmically as your cry was swallowed by his mouth. Your orgasm broke over you in rolling waves, clenching deep and hot as he drove into you through the last of it.
He was still chasing his own climax, rhythm fracturing while each breath was hot and ragged against the curve of your throat. A shudder tore through him, and then he pulled out — a slick, sudden emptiness that made you gasp while his hips jerked as he stroked with frantic urgency.
The first spurt caught you off guard. Thick and pearly, it landed hot across your stomach, gleaming in the low light. Another pulse followed, then another, painting your skin in milky ribbons while his entire body locked up, muscles cording tight, a raw, guttural groan ripping from deep in his chest.
He didn't stop. His hand kept working, fingers sliding through his own mess and dragging out every hot ounce until his cock finally softened in his grip.
You pushed up on your elbows, watching him come undone and breathless. When his hand stilled, you dragged a finger slowly through the pool on your stomach, brought it to your lips, and licked it clean with a soft hum of satisfaction as he watched you.
Before you could do it again, his hand was on your chin, tilting your face up, pulling you into another kiss — hot and messy.
“I love you.” He mumbled.
You smiled against his lips. “I love you more.”
💌 mika’s message like wow clearly all i can write is smut LIKE A WHORE idk ok sorry. this is for my beautiful anon 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶 and also joo bc they love mechanic shota #Real. also i lowk rushed this and im too lazy to fix it so if theres any issues just shshhhhhhh DONT CAREEEUHHH
hiii i hope ur doing well ! i adoreee ur works esp ur piwon ones and so i was wondering if i could request friends to lovers w p1h ? 🥹 im sorry its so vague 😭 u can go in any direction u want w this HAHA
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH PIWON 🧸ྀི
[ extras ] wc varies 530-600 per member. in general, kissing, pet names, and some swearing there and here. and more specific: intak — he's very clueless bc of mixed signals and assumptions lmao (needs a warning). theo — mention of periods, mention of drunk grinding lol
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! i could simply sort them 3 members per scenario and call it a day. but i like to make myself suffer so i went for different tropes of friends to lovers, i hope you like it! i do apologize for the long wait … ;^
@fish-and-cake-net ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ @kstrucknet
┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ] — fake dating
it was keeho's idea – yechan teased him about being single for so long, which lead keeho to leave his brother speechless during his summer stay at home
and you, being his bestie, were the only reasonable choice. obviously you agreed because let's do it for the plot, duh!
you decided to try it out before the monthly stay at keeho's home. and it was all shits and giggles, you made kissy noises at each other. besides, you were used to being close. cuddling to sleep or holding hands was normal for you.
(you even managed to convince your friends that you're dating. theo said something along the lines of "finally…" and you just winked at each other).
when you arrived at his house, yechan was indeed speechless. keeho's arm was draped around you and your hand was resting in the back pocket of his jeans. you clung to each other like glue, keeho sneaking kisses on your cheek and glared at yechan afterwards.
even his parents were shocked! you two looked so cute together, they gushed. and your gaze just lingered on keeho two heartbeats longer – you could get used to that…
a week passes by and yechan asks, genuinely curious, why you never kiss. are you just shy? and keeho replies, yes. but deep down his heart pangs. what it would feel like to kiss you? your lips seem so pretty… and kissable…
so he brings it up one day when you're chilling on the porch, cold drinks freezing on the table.
"i don't mind as long as you want to. i know this might… cross a line in our relationship" you whisper, careful for yechan not to hear. keeho nods, way too fast than he'd like to admit. "fine, pretty boy. let's make your brother feel like a loser. i just… need to prepare myself mentally, if that's fine"
(he's not sure what made him grin like a fool: the nickname or the will to bring his brother down)
during that one month of faking your relationship with keeho, you start to notice more intimate touches. secret glances. kisses on the cheek dangerously close to your lips.
and one day you can't handle it anymore — when he was teasing you about something, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, taking him by surprise. ("what a way to shut him up, good job! please do it more often!" yechan laughed somewhere in the distance). keeho kissed you back, melting into your touch.
you leaned away, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his, feeling like burning from shyness if you even looked at him.
"kyo… i'm not sure if i can pretend any longer" you whispered shakily. "you treat me way too good. i won't find anyone as kind and loving as you…"
and he just smiled, placing his hands on top of yours.
"let's stop pretending" keeho murmured and your eyes shot open, scared. "i'm sure we convinced yechan. duh, even my whole family. y/n, please… let's turn this into reality. i think… i developed real feelings. besides, we just make such a power couple, like c'mon."
(later on — like a year into your relationship — you tell yechan. his ego boosted through the roof… "it's all thanks to me. no need to be grateful but i accept gratitude in cash!")
┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ] — misunderstanding (?)
intak was your friend from your group at uni and you hit it off immediately, becoming besties in no time
he'd always sit with you, gossip, walk you home… and you went on studying dates, cafe hopping. homework? you shared it, same with notes. any project upcoming? you two always were a pair.
same with food (and basically every pen, notebook, bookmark…): what was yours, was his. it was normal for you to bring two sandwiches for each one of you. intak would take a bite of his apple and then offer it to you. at one point, he purely relied on you with food, with his extra dance classes taking all his energy.
once, when you were feeding him as he revised before an exam, keeho fake gagged. "you're such a gross couple, like get a room…"
and just when you were to protest you're not a couple, jiung chimed in.
"for real! also, no shade y/n, but can you chill out with the dates? we also want your boyfriend for ourselves" he joked but your hand froze mid-air (and mid-bite for intak).
"dates?" you asked, blinking. "boyfriend?"
"you're… not dating?" keeho frowned, sensing some miscommunication. intak clearly told them you're a couple. unless…
"we're not? i thought… it's like. natural?" intak almost choked on his food, seeing shock on your face. "no dumb fake "will you be my girlfriend officially" bullshit… i… i thought… you bringing me food and, well, holding you so close… i… i thought it's kind of unspoken and…"
sure, you never kissed nor did he ask you that question. you did share an awful lot of close physical contact, blurring the lines between friendship and romance. like when he held you in his arms to sleep… or when you jokingly bit him…
it just came so naturally, you never thought about it either but… you wouldn't have thought… intak would think… you're a couple. but the idea of being his girlfriend didn't seem… bad. nothing would change, really. you just… didn't… consider it as a possibility and—
"y/n?" intak asked, clearly panicking. keeho and jiung exchanged shocked and stressed looks. 'intak, you idiot!' keeho just cursed mentally at the stupidity of his friend.
"so when… did we start dating?" you asked slowly, unsure how to phrase your words.
"in my mind… two months ago?" intak rose his eyebrows. you just smacked his arm, uncontrollable laughter escaping your throat.
"so all those… times we hung out… were dates? me keeping your boy friends away?" you asked, amused. he nodded shyly. "you like me more than a friend?"
"well, duh" his eyes widened. it's been almost a year since you met and—
"i guess… let me be clear for no more misunderstandings. i am your girlfriend." you started.
"you are?" intak asked, voice small. he was getting more and more confused.
"intak!" you huffed, trying to mask your happiness. "do you want me or not?"
"yes!" he blurted out immediately.
"then i am. officially." you smiled sneakily and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. he blushed hard, barely listening to your next words. "let's just take it slow, it needs to grow on me…"
┆彡 TAEYANG [ 태양 ] — childhood friends to lovers
you and theo knew each other ever since you were born. with your moms being besties, you grew up almost glued to each other. kindergarten, elementary school, high school… living in the same neighborhood…
you and theo knew each other like the back of your own hands. you shared everything, understood each other without words. such a bond could only be formed by years and years of spending time together, knowing the tiniest details about the other.
(you didn't know but your parents shipped you ever since they knew they will be having babies. may or may have not signed you up to everything together on purpose. every. single. time.)
it came to a point where you would live with them for two weeks… or he would sleep over for a week! his house was your and vice versa.
things got complicated when you went to different unis, taeyang majoring in music and you something else. he knew he wouldn't handle being far away from you for months so despite being able to apply everywhere with his good marks, he purposefully chose the same city as you
and, oh so conveniently, of course you decided to rent a small flat together to save up money!
when uni started, much didn't change. besides not sharing classes anymore, theo would still walk you to uni. make groceries with you. go on study dates… cuddle you when you had trouble falling asleep… make your laundry…
once, on a girl date with your new uni friends, someone said: "you and your boyfriend are so adorable! i wish mine would wait for my classes to finish". and then you realized: all you and theo do cross the lines of strictly platonic friendship.
(given that you went to prom together, have wallpapers of each other. hell! you even kissed once or twice and drunkenly grinded against each other…)
but it all just seemed so right with him. he was a natural gentleman, no?
so you decided to ask him, once home. he was making dinner, his study notes all over the counter. you even back hugged him, scared to face him.
"taeyang, do you… do this… for every girl?" you asked quietly. thinking about it, he never even had a girlfriend! his laugh made you shake due to the proximity. then he answered so naturally as if talking about weather.
"y/n, silly. no. it's always been you. everything i do is all for you, only. i've loved you since i was eight, idiot"
you halted, whole world crashing. he did? even when you ugly cried in his arms after watching romantic dramas? even when your period stained through your pants? even… when you had a boyfriend for half a year?
"took you some time to notice" he chuckled to himself, slowly turning around and placing his hands on your shoulders. "do you want to give me a chance, y/n?"
you considered your options. frankly speaking, you did love him. you were always jealous of any girl coming a little too close by… or even felt possessive at times.
"i promise i'll give you the world. i'm so deeply in love, it's driving me crazy that you're so close to me yet so far" he whispered, knowing he's putting your whole friendship on the line. he saw your hesitation, and added. "nothing will change. well, i mean, we'll make out."
you scoffed and smacked his chest, only to lean your head against it. taeyang hugged you, his arms wrapping around you and feeling… just right. like home.
the next day your friends were confused. did you just kiss him?! didn't you say yesterday he's just a friend…?
┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ] — accidental confession
jiung is the perfect man one could could ever dream of. attentive, caring, gentleman, funny. you could go on.
you meet through mutual friends and clicked right away! you were shocked to find out that he attends the same university as you so you often saw each other on campus as well
you often went on study dates together and before you could realize, you started daydreaming about how it would be if you took out the study out of dates
you realized you've fallen hard for him and tried your best to figure out the way how to confess. starting slowly, you began to hang out with him more or bring him snacks
but to your horror, you weren't the only one who had a big fat crush on jiung (i mean, who wouldn't)
there was a girl that started clinging onto him. like, literally. jiung said it's a girl from his group and that he's a bit shocked why she started behaving like that. she even began to squeeze in between you while you ate lunch or hung out on campus.
it started getting on your nerves, seeing her flatter her eyelashes at him. maybe you were jealous; no, you were definitely jealous.
but jiung being the kind soul he is… he felt bad. he just nodded and accepted her presence, not realizing the grip on your pen is turning your knuckles white
you tried to talk to her. asking her to not interrupt you and him – and woah, she said okay?
so now you were calm. you had your jiung time alone and everything turned back to normal.
or so you thought because she just kept asking him to hang out as well. you didn't even want to imagine how she was latched onto him during their classes. or their… alone... time…
your blood was boliling – and you could swear that she always sent you evil smirks when you locked eyes while she was hanging on his shoulder.
jiung prioritized you over her, though. if she wanted to hang out with him when he had his day planned with you, he'd calmly decline.
one day you were sitting on his bed in his room, picking on your hoodie and listening to him talk.
"i just don't know how to say no to her. i'm uncomfortable but i also don't want to be rude" he whined, putting his head in his hands.
"just say no. "do you want to hang out?" and you reply "no, i'm busy". end of story. ji, you're so kind hearted and i adore that about you. i adore many things about you. the way you're considerate even right now, when she's clearly making you uncomfortable and yet! yet, you feel sympathy. i love you for that, for that- that… gentle heart and—" you slowly stopped in your tracks, looking up to meet his shocked gaze.
"you really think that?"
"that… you're… to good for this world…?" you whispered, covering your face with your hands.
"no, that you love me?" jiung asked, shock morphing into a mix of sheepishness, shyness, and cockiness.
"well, uh, maybe… i dunno…" you mumbled and fell on your back, still covering your face. you did not just say that.
you felt the mattress dip next to your head, his presence inevitably close. you peeked through your fingers, seeing a proud smirk on hiss face.
"now i'm starting to think if it was honest or were you jealous, hm?" jiung cocked his head with a smile.
by the time you left his room, you knew your friendship formed into something more <3
┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ] — unexpected realization
you've been friends with shota for a while now, being there for him through thick and thin. you've become a regular in their group outings as well, given the rest of the boys became your close friends too
but with shota tho… you were hanging out with him 24/7, his dorm being your second home. he even gave you the key so you paid him unexpected visits that more often than not turned into couple days long sleepovers
shota loved hugging his plushies to sleep but cuddling you was a game changer. he began to grow used to your presence all the time, finding it weird how to stuffed animals are no match to you. and how he has troubles falling asleep when you're not with him
(he brushed it off and whenever he really needed to cuddle someone to sleep, most of the time going to keeho. once he mentioned to him how he feels and keeho just fell silent, deciding it's best to let figure shota his feelings on his own. but ever since then keeho started noticing how shota's behavior towards you changed; turned gentler.)
you were indulged in his hobbies and passions, bringing him food to his dance practices. or helping him open pokemon cards
and one day when you, shota, and intak were opening them in shota's room, on his bed. it wasn't too big so while him and intak were sitting cross legged next to each other, you decided to rest your head on shota's lap.
and he visibly froze, fingers halting with a shiny card between them. intak pretended not to notice how the younger boy's face got red.
shota then softly put his free hand on your head and started caressing your hair, trying to focus on the cards with you oblivious to the whole situation.
you were watching them unbox the cards, not really understanding what all the stats meant. but when they cheered, you did too. shota occasionally poked your cheek to see you've fallen asleep
"hey, can one of you nerds come and help me—" keeho entered the room and pulled his best poker face on not to burst into a grin upon the cute sight in front of him
"i will" you hummed and slowly got off shota. in order no not get dizzy as soon as you stand up, you waited a moment. shota grabbed your hand with a pout "i'll be right back in a blink"
he watched you leave with keeho, the look on his face resembling a kicked puppy.
why didn't he want you to leave? if he could, he'd have you next to him at all times. it was so comfortable having you on his lap. so close, making him all fuzzy and warm inside. he didn't want to let you go, whether right now or ever.
it hit him like a ton of bricks, his throat going dry.
he liked you more than a friend. he wished to be able to hold you, take care and protect you. to call you his, to crawl under your skin. he was burning with yearning that was deeply rooted in his heart for who knows how long.
"yo, shota, come on" intak's voice made him snap into reality.
and he proceeded to act as if his heart wasn't about to rip his ribcage apart.
┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ] — forced proximity
seobi has a crush and its making him SIIIICK
you were a friend of a friend, later a bestie and his close friend… until he caught himself staring for a little too long, wanting to spend every moment with you… even writing songs about you.
he tried to fight it, like a disease. he thought it would pass — a week, a month… three… four… and almost half a year later he realized he might be incurable.
chances were, he wouldn't take any action. but two things influenced him: a guy named taesan who started being around you suspiciously a lot, and his friends' advice.
"if you don't act, you'll regret it" jiung nodded his head and keeho just furrowed his brows. now he knew his younger friend wouldn't be brave enough. unless…
and that's when the next day keeho said he's throwing a party for his friends! jongseob invited you, of course he did, but also so did keeho since you talked a couple of times before.
seob knew something was up: his older friends were acting surprisingly kind, didn't even scold him to bring anything or help with preparation! a weird occurrence but he thought maybe it was because he arrived with you at the party.
music was loud, some of the people tipsy already. keeho hugged you welcome and lead you to the counter. engaging in small talk, jongseob was stuck to you like glue.
"shit, i ran out of cola. y/n, jongseob, could you bring it? there's a multi-pack on the balcony" keeho asked and you nodded.
the second you two stepped outside, you heard a click of door closing. jongseob's eyes widened as keeho trapped you on the tiny balcony, rolling down the blinds. you looked shocked at jongseob, totally confused, as he stared back at you with mouth agape.
"did you piss him off or something?" you laughed, leaning over the railing. he sighed and leaned next to you, arms touching. still booming bit but much more quieter. it was nice and he preferred such atmosphere anyway.
suddenly, his phone dinged with a imessage notification from keeho that said: 'i'm not letting you out until you confess. have fun xoxo'.
with a huff, seob tucked his phone back into his pocket and stared at your profile, gathering his thoughts. he was making excuses all the time, that there's no time, no appropriate moment to confess… but this was perfect. and he hated keeho for that.
"he's mean, huh?" you huffed, biting the inside of your cheek. the night was slightly cold and you nudged his arm with yours. "but smart."
"yeah." he hummed, still thinking how to— wait.
"jongseob, there's something i need to tell you"
he panicked.
"please don't date taesan, i love you, i mean— i don't love love you, i think, but i really, really, really like you and the thought of him being near you is making me lose my mind and keeho told me—"
your soft lips on his cheek shut him up, processing what he just blurted out. blush bloomed on his face.
"keeho is really mean. he planned this so well because the truth is, i like you too. and my mistake was telling keeho" you grunted. "and, well, i do apologize for taesan. we planned it. i wanted to make you jealous. but keeho was the mastermind here."
jongseob let out a shaky breath, staring at you in disbelief.
"do you want to ditch this party and go on a date?" he asked with a boyish grin.
meeting you at a fansign ・ 피원하모니 gn reader + word count 1.4k genre fluff, idol au cw not proof-read (well it was but not really) — more ✚
keeho notices you the moment he walks into the room, his eyes combing through the crowd casually, chatting with fans or laughing with members but flicking over to you instinctively
when it's your turn he greets you like he already knows you — a familiar, "hey you," paired with that unmistakable soft tone he uses when he's comfortable
there is zero awkwardness between the two of you, talking to him feels like jumping into a conversation half way. he’s super expressive and his cheeks beginning to hurt with the way he can't stop laughing with you
compliments without hesitation, wow you’re so pretty leaves him mid laugh like it just hit him in real time — def teases you within the first thirty seconds
is a bit shy about it but keeps his hand against the table palm up in hopes of you noticing that he wants to hold yours, when you do he gets so giddy
keeho is genuinely interested in whatever you have to say, he's so genuine and sweet will keep the conversation MOVING!
when the staff is trying to move you along he doesn't rush, although if you're a bit flustered he tells you not to worry with the softest smile. his grip stays light on your hand and doesn't let go until the last moment — sending you an exaggerated pout half joking as you stand up from your seat to the next member
additional note: fans around you tease him about how sweet he was being, funny enough he’s still thinking about your interaction two people later... he should’ve slipped in his phone number
theo leans in a little too close when you're talking, tilting his head slightly like he's trying to hear you better — but really it's just an excuse to be closer to you
his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, and you find yourself resting on your forearms just to stop your heart from racing too much
super attentive, talking to him feels like talking to an old friend. he constantly asks about how you've been and if you've been enjoying yourself here in the country, in fact he's the one who's leading the conversation. probably compliments your voice too
he's a little awkward at first, offering a soft “hi” and making small talk, but once you bring up something you're both passionate about, he's smiling way too much and nodding along like he’s known you forever
suddenly becomes so expressive with his actions, slipping in a bunch of jokes and teases and moving around so much in his seat. the staff have to remind him to keep signing because he’s too busy talking to you
slips his hands in yours, thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles while you speak. your camera catches the way he stares at you so lovingly, like you hung the stars or something
when the staff reminds you that your time is up, he’s clasping onto your hand telling you to not forget what you both talked about
additional note: if you give him a plushie better believe he’s holding onto it, keeping it on his hip while he walks around and dances, refusing to let it go
jiung catches sight of you before you reach him — watching you in the crowd while you talk to your friends or stare into space. there's a moment you turn slightly and catch him looking, instead of glancing away he just smiles to himself
confident from afar, but the second you’re in front of him? he fumbles just a little
the way your eyes meet his makes him light up instantly, his gummy smile on full display. compliments your smile not once but twice — something sweet and cheesy like, “you're kind of glowing right now… is that just your natural smile?”
laughs when you laugh, head thrown back and fist against his lips doing nothing to hide the gummy smile — it echoes through the room and everyone can't help but smile as well
listens to every single word you say like it's something he wants to memorise, somewhere halfway through, he grabs your hands without realizing it, fingers intertwined and completely forgets to let go — even when the staff is gently trying to move things along
when you finally move on, his fingers linger just for a moment longer and watch you walk away with a fond little grin
glances over at your seating area throughout the fansign, holding onto your gift and asks if you want him to pose for you :( "can i go?" he mouths from afar and then starts posing
intak sees you saving and definitely waves back (even if you didn't see it)
he mentions it when you reach him — “you were waving earlier right? i saw you” with a boyish grin and stars in his eyes
he's too obvious with how much he's sneaking glances, and the fans beside you start to giggle because he's not being subtle at all
tries to answer your questions the best he can without bursting into a fit of giggles — “you know that um thing,” and then uses his hands to try and describe it to the best of his ability
challenges you to a quick game of rock paper scissors, and when you win, he pouts playfully before signing your album (which the staff had to remind him to actually do) when you're holding hands across the table, he gives you a gentle squeeze before you leave, a playful “only look at me, okay?” leaving his lips in a hushed whisper when you reluctantly have to let go
scours the crowd for you and poses for your camera, if you tell him a pose a certain way he'll listen to whatever you've commanded — sends a thumbs up to see if you're ready
soul hopes he's not being too obvious when you come into the view, already smiling before it's your turn
doodles all over your page — your name in bubble letters, little stars and hearts around his signature — all while stealing glances at you. draws a heart, looks up, looks down, draws another heart. he's so cute
super smiley the entire time, just like intak he tries to explain things the best he can and really wants you to have a good time
lets you put any charms or accessories on him, leaning his head down so you can put whatever hairclips you have in store
when you compliment him in japanese, he'll shoot his head up and look at you with his eyes wide like woah?? you said what???
the fact that you took some time to learn his mother tongue makes his heart swell, he's now a bit more comfortable complimenting you back and giving you places to visit. grabs your hand and tells you how he's so happy and grateful, def tells you that you're his favourite among all the fans
draws an emoticon dedicated to you on your album and tells you to visit him soon :((
jongseob whose teeth peek out from his lips when you greet him, a nervous giggle leaves him when you tell him how pretty he looks
shakes his head and goes no way you're prettier while he takes the album
asks about your day, whether you've eaten a meal yet and if the trip over was okay
leans in close in hopes of catching your words better, occasional nods and small smiles. compliments you a ton though ("i like your hair/your clothes are so cool"), finds himself enticed by your nails
pretty much brings your hands closer to him while he plays with the designs, asking you what they mean, how long they took, if they hurt and what not
when you start asking him questions about his day he short circuts and suddenly he finds himself trying to explain EVERYTHING to you
watching him trying to find his words because he really likes hearing your voice
let's you put accessories on him, loves the feeling of your hands brushing against his hair— asks you if it looks good when he pushes up his hair. grins so much, does not want to let you go
when you return to your seat he tries to keep the convo going, mouthing "are you okay?" with his brows furrowed trying to read your lips
additional note: jongseob definitely uploads a selfie on fromm with your accessories all over his hair and he totally would not try to mimic your nails to the best of his ability
notebook you don't understand how much I shat myself trying to write this... pls reblog & leave feedback!!
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⤷ prefers to smother you a bit. it was a joke at first, the night he climbed on top of you and went boneless just to hear you laugh. but it was actually so comfy for the both of you that he sorta just stayed there. this also goes for if he could have you on top of him too, he'd gladly accept it. can only sleep if you're on his chest. not just your head, either. your whole body. he will not be content until your legs are a tangled mess and your hair is messily sprawled out across his chest. he needs easy access to kissing your head a million times throughout the night. if he can't actively lay down, he'll just pick you up and hold you against his chest, just high enough that you can't touch the ground and have to cling to him.
「 soul. 」
⤷ sleep cuddler and there's no escaping from it. he's happy with being the big or little spoon, happy if you wanna lay on his chest, he doesn't care how it happens but he needs it mkay. hopefully you don't overheat because if you try to move away from him, he will be heartbroken! he likes to tease about it but really he just loves the feeling of you falling soundly asleep in his arms. loves how you snuggle into him in your sleep. when he’s the little spoon, you press so close with your arms wrapped around him so he can easily hold both of your hands in one of his, and he always keeps them close to his chest all night. as a big spoon, holding you is the greatest part of his every day, and he's not afraid to tell you.
「 jongseob. 」
⤷ likes it when you rest your head in his lap or likes to just have you on his lap in general. while he’s at his computer producing a song, it's his favorite thing to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest. he just likes to have you close whenever he can. will rest his chin on your shoulder as you watch him mix music. kisses your cheek a lot too. sometimes you’d make him lay on your lap while you're both lounging on the couch and he probably laughs at you when he complies. but then he settles into your thighs and you run your hands through his hair and he's out like baby in minutes. so now it's your guys' thing.
sypnosis ; your boyfriend comforts you while you struggle with body image
warnings : sfw, insecurities, angst + fluff, body image issues, birthd control mentions, keeho likes size difference, reader is a dick to theo and theo is a slight dick to reader in return, intak micro cheats if thats even a thing, intaks part is half assed(i was half asleep), suggestive, progressively gets lazier
a/n : requests always open unless said otherwise, comment to be added to taglist, please remember you are loved and beautiful!
THEO 테오
you just wanted your vacation to be perfect. theo rented a nice resort, the view was beautiful and everything was great. or thats how you made it look.
recently you had been more afraid of gaining weight than ever. after your last doctors visit they told you that you gained a few pounds, you felt disgusting.
you werent huge but you felt like it. so when theo came to you and told you that he got a reservation for a fancy restaurant that didnt serve the healthiest food you werent exactly… ecstatic. but you could never say no to him. i mean, how could you? he was practically through the roof. he had been waiting to get you two in for the past week.
you didnt want to ruin this for him. so you obliged. when you arrived at the restaurant the food looked great. unhealthy, but great.
theo pulled a chair out for you eagerly and you sat down as the servers brought you two your menus.
“wow.. look at all the nice food.. oh look at the seafood boil!”
you smiled and looked at the example picture on the menu. it looked wonderful. but the second you thought of the calories you looked away.
“what are you gonna get my love?” theo asked. he set his menu down and reached for his water.
you hesitated to answer. you didnt know yet but it would probably be the chicken salad they had that was only 800 cals.
“i think… the chicken salad.” you answered, setting your menu on top if his.
his smile faded quickly at your words. he wasnt expecting you to say something extremely unhealthy but he was confused on why you would choose a salad. not to mention it was also the cheapest thing on the menu.
“love.. you dont have to get that. enjoy yourself. its my treat.”
his warm hand rested on yours, rubbing your thumb. maybe if you didnt gain a few pounds you would get share a seafood boil with him but sadly that wasnt your reality.
“is this about the doctors office? babe.. gaining weight is fi-”
“no! what?! god no why would you think that!” you snapped at him. you never snap at him, especially in public. the air got thick with tension and theo went silent before giving you a hurtful look.
“fine. get the stupid salad.” he pulled his hand away from yours. what was supposed to be him giving you space didnt sit well with you.
“why did you do that?” your voice was full of hurt. you started it and you knew that but you were already in a bad mood.
“im giving you space. i try to do something nice for you and you act like a brat.”
your guys’ conversation was interrupted by the server asking for your order thankfully. you didnt like to see your boyfriend look so hurt, it stung even more knowing he was hurt because of you.
after waiting about an hour, your food came out. theos looked wonderful while yours looked.. well, mediocre to say the least. not only did his look wonderful it smelled amazing. a part of you almost wanted to ask for some.
theo began to eat the crab legs almost entirely ignoring your presence. the weight on your shoulders felt heavier by the second as you barely took bites out of your salad. and finally you broke.
“im sorry theo.” you stared down at the green of the salad, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i dont know why ive been like this. i dont want to gain weight. i dont want to look like a hog around you.”
his eyes softened at your words. kindly taking into consideration what it meant to you and how he shouldnt have pried at why you wanted a salad.
“its okay love, i just want you to eat. that salad is barely enough to fill a cat. theres other ways to be healthy without just eating salads. enjoy yourself.”
he wasnt wrong, for how much they charge, and how small the portion was didnt make any sense. “i know.”
theo picked up one of the crab legs from his boil, and slid it into your bowl. “try it.” he pointed at the crab leg. “its good, and i wont be able to finish this by myself.”
instead of being scared of eating it, you picked it up and broke into it. it was truly delicious, it was like no other crab legs you had eaten. “tasty?”
“yes.” you said in a tiny voice. “good. i love you, no matter what you know that?”
you nodded and reached for another crab leg. “yeah, i love you too theo.”
the rest of the night went by in a blur. eating shrimp and crab legs, drinking wine, and conversing. the night didnt end bad at all and you werent afraid to eat again.
“thank you theo.” you kissed his cheek softly, a little red stain from your lipstick smeared where you planted it.
“your welcome.”
theos arm stretched across your shoulder, walking both of you back to the resort. and well, the night went by a bit slower after that.
KEEHO 기호
having a boyfriend whose lips were quite plump while yours weren’t wasn’t for the weak.
it never truly affected you until recently when you would start to see tiktoks saying that thin lips are disgusting, or other tiktoks that would claim that people with thin lips cant kiss.
it took a true toll on you. you have had insecurities in the past but never over your lips. it almost felt stupid or invalid to be embarrassed over them.
anytime someone would say anything about them in the past, it was to say you look like a doll. but now, it was like there was nothing good to say about them.
so naturally, you started to pout to make your lips appear bigger than they actually are. a tip you got off tiktok and from continuous of your friends’ lip sync videos.
you didnt think anyone would notice since the slight puff looked natural on you - like it was the perfect lip size for you. until one day you were at lunch with keeho and he mentioned it.
“why do you keep doing that weird thing with your lips?”
you froze. you didnt know how to respond. its not like you could say “because my natural lips feel gross on my body”
“what do you mean?” your smile faded over the expensive cesaer salad from some bougie restaurant keeho took you to as a treat. the sudden confrontation made you shiver.
you could feel yourself losing your appetite. keeho chuckled and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “babe, i know your lips arent that puffy. you look like you got stung by a bee.”
oh. you didn’t think it was that obvious. i mean, sure hes your boyfriend hes more likely to notice stuff since your around him constantly, but still you didnt think he would pay much attention to your lips.
a cold hand snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to a confused keeho. “are you gonna answer my question? you look like your about to yak everywhere.”
“sorry, yeah. its just a bad habit.” you murmured. you didnt want to say the truth. you were too scared and embarrassed considering how stupid it was to you.
“hm, seems recent.”
keeho went back to picking at his half cooked chicken and left you to go back to eating your salad. not pushing anymore on what the whole thing was about. even though he thought the conversation was over the air left behind was thick with tension.
“okay. its because i hate my lips.”
keehos expression changed from worry to confusion. “why they are literally just lips.” he rolled his eyes. of course he wouldnt understand. you should’ve just shut your mouth.
“cus’ they are soo small. they feel so gross and it makes my face look so awkward keeho.” you hid your face in your hands.
“no they arent. and they arent for anyone else anyway so who cares.”
you nodded slowly. “okay.”
“and its unique. if everyone had the same features we would look like copy pastes.”
you nodded again, but no words came out. you thought the conversation was over but keeho still had a few words he wanted to share.
“annnd i like how small they feel against mine. but not in the bad way in the good way. you know i like that your smaller than me.”
you pursed your lips to contain your laughter. there was no way he was talking about how much he enjoys size difference in public. “okay keeho i get it!” you giggled. he really had a way with words like no other guy.
he smiled back at you. “just remember, your unique features are what makes you beautiful.”
JIUNG 지웅
you knew your boyfriend loved you. he bought you nice gifts, spent quality time with you, gave you sweet cards portraying his love for you, and so much more. he truly was the sweetest.
his favourite thing though had to be taking you shopping. he enjoyed seeing your face light up with happiness seeing something cute that you wanted. and of course, his wallet would immediately be open just for you to pay for whatever you want.
it was another saturday with him when you two decided to stop inside a small store near your house that just opened.
the store was mainly filled with dresses, but also had some cute trinkets. as you walked down a long isle, a beautiful red summer dress caught your eye and you picked it up eagerly.
it was shimmery, and it felt nice in your hands. not to mention it was also your size! you wanted it. you inspected the dress further to see it was backless. great.
recently you had been taking birth control. it helped a little for some other stuff but also didnt help much at all. your back recently started breaking out horribly. jiung already knew since you told him, but you hadnt let him see you naked or even in a tank top since.
you had to let go of the dress. even though it was gorgeous, there was no estimated time that your acne would clear. and who knows what your body would look like when it does happen.
you placed the dress back on the hanger with longing regret. if only you werent so insecure. you strolled down the isle again and caught up with jiung. he was holding something in his hands.
“look what i got! i think this would look beautiful on you! what do you think?”
he held a red dress up to your frame. the same one you had picked up and sadly put back. jiung smiled at the thought of you in it and glanced back from you to the dress. “its kind of cheap too. i think its a great idea, you can wear it to visit my parents next week.”
to his parents? that was a no. you barely felt comfortable to have jiung see your back, so why would you have his parents? would they think your unhygienic and dont wash yourself. the thought echoed in the back of your mind and you shook your head at jiung.
“sorry ji, i would but… you know my back?” you whispered as quietly as you could.
jiung gave you a blank stare in response. he obviously couldn’t understand why that would matter. “babe, no one is gonna be paying attention.”
his attempts at reassuring you didnt work too well. you still didnt want the dress. “can we PLEASE just find me a different one? i dont want it.”
his face softened with sadness. jiung never enjoyed seeing you upset. he couldn’t say no but he didn’t want to back down so easily.
“listen. if anyone is paying attention to your back they obviously dont have better things to do. i think your beautiful. you dont need to worry what other people think. will you atleast just try it on? for me?”
“fine.” you snatched the red dress from him with a sigh. as you headed towards the changing room with the dress the only things that could fill your head is how awkward you would look in it.
you entered the changing room and slowly slipped out of your hoodie and jean skirt, pulling the backless red dress up your body with ease.
it fit you perfectly, and it looked beautiful. you couldn’t lie, you were checking yoursef out in the mirror. until you turned, getting a view of your back.
instead of immediately taking it off you sighed. might as well get it over with and show jiung. you called out to him that he could step inside the dressing room. the door creaked open and jiungs head popped in.
rolling your eyes, you grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him inside. the door slammed shut behind him.
“okay heres me in the dress happy now?”
jiung gave you smile. one of those huge dorky ones that you loved from him so much. must be a good sign.
“wow. please dont take it off.” he giggled. he reached out his hands and placed them on your hips to pull you into a kiss. “your gorgeous. and the acne looks good on you.”
you giggled. “dont lie!”
jiung pulled back to get a good look at you. he was still smiling to himself like a kid who just won a prize. “lets go check out.”
you nodded. maybe, the acne wasnt as bad as you thought if it had jiung smiling like a school boy with a crush. if anything happens later, you should thank the acne.
INTAK 인탁
your boyfriend being an idol was never a problem until recenter times. you knew that girls would be lining up to date him in a second if they could. and with him on tour it really had you worrying.
the tiktoks of him at sendoff didnt help much either. you trusted him, and had discussed in the past that him harmlessly flirting with fans was okay. but some videos felt more suggestive than others, like his pick up lines or “pretty girls’” felt real.
if your insecurities couldnt get any worse, you saw a clip of him practically rubbing on a very conventionally attractive girl. obviously, you didnt appreciate it much.
so when he came back to korea for a quick break from touring, you avoided him but tried not to make it obvious.
“hey babe, i missed you.” intak pulled his luggage into his dorm room and pulled you in for a hug.
you drifted away from him, crossing your arms. “hey.”
intak raised an eyebrow, confused of your awkward behaviour but brushed it off with you being tired. “are you tired? what did you do all day?”
you were too annoyed and tired to answer him. all you wanted was space from him. you answered with a quick nothing and sat down on the couch.
intak being intak couldnt pick up that you didnt feel like talking at the moment. so of course, he kept talking. “oh okay,, well send off is so fun! some of those fans are so fun-”
“why dont you go kiss them or something if their so funny!” you knew it was a stupid thing to say, but after all those tiktoks and clips you couldn’t contain it. even though it did make you cringe a little.
“ohh..kay? why are you being like this?” intak attempted to touch your shoulder, but you moved away from his touch for the second time.
“leave me alone intak. obviously you dont love me as much as you claim to considering your calling those girls pretty all the time and just.. fucking them with your words.”
intaks eyes widened like he couldn’t believe what you just said. he also looked like he wanted to laugh from your choice of words.
“what does that even mean?! you know i love you dont pull that, and you literally said its fine if i do fanservice.” intak tried to defend himself but you wouldnt budge.
thats when you lost it. he was being dense on purpose. acting like he couldnt understand why you would be so upset about him being in the wrong.
“yeah but your not just “fan servicing” them! your acting like your ready to give yourself up how can i trust you?!” burrying your face in your hands, tears poured out your eyes. you couldnt care less if your makeup got messed up, or how appealing you looked. you just wanted some space.
intak stepped back from you. it was obvious from the look on his face that he was trying his absolute hardest to understand where you were coming from. instead of trying to apologise, persuade, or simply give up, he kissed you on the head.
“i love you, and it hurts me to see you upset like this. ill quit the fanservice just for you babe. i didnt think it would make you this upset but i guess i didnt think hard enough.”’ pulling away from your head, he guided your hands from your face down to your lap. “i would never leave you for one of those girls. you are the prettiest, smartest, kindest-”
you giggled. intak loved to praise you but sometimes it would catch you off gaurd. especially in moments when there was hostility in the air.
“thank you takki.” your insecurities faded away when you thought a bit harder about intaks words. you were dating a boy whose feelings for you felt real and were real.
intak sat down beside you on the couch, pulling you into a welcoming hug. his lips pressed against your cheek. “how about i make popcorn and we watch movie?”
you two did a bit more than watch a movie so intak could truly let you know how much he loved you 😉
SOUL 소울
as a child, you were always insecure over your smile. and it followed you all the way into adulthood.
when your adult teeth started growing in after your baby teeth fell out, they grew in a bit more out of shape than other kids. your mom tried to assure you it was supposed to look like that and overtime they would look more natural. but that never happened.
kids would make comments saying you looked like a dinosaur and you grew into a habit of covering your mouth anytime you would smile or laugh.
sadly, growing up your family didnt have much money to pay for braces. but now as an adult you had all the money you ever wanted and needed. and also, a very kind, supportive, and loving boyfriend, shota.
but he made it quite clear where he stood on you getting braces. which wasnt the quite same as how you felt.
“but you look beautiful the way you are! i love your teeth..” he looked at you with big eyes, and scooted toward you in the backseat of your uber.
the crack in his voice almost made you feel bad for getting the braces. but, it wasnt just so you could feel “pretty” it was to also feel confident everyday. to live without whispers and comments on your mouth.
you chuckled at him. “well, i want it done. then i wont look like some silly monster.”
“you dont look like a silly monster. and no one has perfectly normal teeth! mine make me look like a bunny rabbit.” shota pulled his lips with his fingers so you could get a good look at his array of teeth. sure they werent perfect, but they werent nearly as crooked as yours.
“thats not fair sho, your teeth look better than mine. and a bunny is cute, getting called a dinosaur.. isnt.”
shota fell silent for a moment. you thought it was because he couldnt argue back or think of anything else to say. until he finally spoke up with a softer tone of voice.
“i just dont get why you want to change yourself for other peoples gaze. especially someone who isnt dating you. i want them to think your ugly!” he paused for a moment to think about his words which obviously came out wrong. “no i mean- if you’re too pretty to them they will want to date you! but you are the prettiest woman to walk planet earth!”
you giggled at his way of words. real smooth. “what your saying theres prettier girls in space?”
shota gave you a dorky grin at your stupid joke. “sure, whatever.”
you smiled back at him. he pulled you into his lap and kissed you. leaving a trail of kisses on your head and cheeks. “dont get the braces… for me?”
it was something you really wanted. something you thought you needed. but when you took shota’s words into consideration, you felt a bit childish. you didnt need to change for other people. you already had the best boyfriend you could possibly have. you didnt have a reason to be attractive to other people anymore, since in shotas eyes you were already gorgeous.
thinking about everything gave you your answer. you werent gonna change. and you never will. especially for someone who wasnt your boyfriend.
“okay i wont.” your boyfriend let out a squeal in delight before kissing you again. the look of happiness on his face made your answer all the worthiness.
his fingers pryed your mouth open so he could get a look at your teeth. “what are you doing you weirdo?!” you giggled in between his fingers.
“getting a look at the beauty of your teeth.”
how cheesy. but not as cheesy as all the popcorn you two were gonna eat at home as a tribute to the braces you were no longer gonna get.
JONGSEOB 종섭
bra shopping was never fun. anytime you bought a bra you felt like a pubescent girl getting her very first training bra. and it especially wasnt fun when jongseob had to tag along with you.
he seemed to also act like a pubescent boy who cant contain his laughter in a victorias secret. definitely not what you would expect from a 20 year old man whos as mellow as him.
as you tried to find yourself a bra that wouldnt be too big, and still cute jongseob was pondering over near the mannequins showcasing some of the bras. probably giggling, or embarrassing himself.
after what seemed to be an hour, you finally found a section of the store that had bras that would fit you. the training bra section for pre teens.
a sales woman walked over to you with one of those annoying smiles, and high ponytail that looked like it was gonna rip her hair off her her any moment. she reeked of perfume.
“hey love, do you need any help?” she asked you, her voice sounded high pitched and she was talking to you like you were a child.
“no. im fine, thanks for asking though.”
you flashed her a tight lipped smile. you attempted to go back to looking at the bras and hoped she would just go away, but she wouldnt.
“wheres your mom? are you lost?”
you knew you appeared tiny but you didnt think you looked like a child. considering you had a coach bag, lululemon tights on, and a full face of makeup. you werent curvy by any means but any child that looked like you would feel concerning.
“im an adult.” you laughed. the womans face went beet red and her jaw dropped. she smiled at you nervously before apologising. “im so sorry my love, i didnt mean to.”
you smiled at her again and let her know it was fine. after she left and you picked up a few bras, you went to find jongseob. who was chatting with some woman in a revealing shirt, displaying her chest perfectly. talking to your boyfriend.
if the day couldnt get any worse that really pissed you off. from the being mistaken for a child due to your flat chest to your boyfriend cutting it up with a woman whose body looked a lot more appealing to men than yours did.
after you could thankfully pry him away from the girl by giving him a little “lets go.” sign, you two checked out. you were hit with the hot summer air, the sun blinding you and jongseob immediately. as the scorching hot sun rayed down, you quickly loaded into the car.
“so what did you get?” jongseob asked. his fingers reached for your bag, swiftly taking it out of your lap. you couldn’t stop him due to your eyes being busy on the road.
“oh nothing. just training bras.” you grit your teeth. you couldnt seem to get what happened earlier out of your mind. it felt dumb to be so offended at a silly mistake. it wasnt intentional, or some sort of way of teasing. but the realness of the situation almost made you feel worse.
jongseob didnt understand why you said that and passed it off as a joke with a raised brow. “oh wow, never heard that one before.” he pulled one of the thin bras out of the bag. he eyed it carefully before giving his input.
“babe. why did you get this cheap, thin, unsexy thing.”
you didnt know how to respond except for to grip the steering wheel harder. if only he knew. but of course, he didnt.
“well i had to shop in the preteens section so there wasnt much options.”
he chuckled softly. “nice one.” did he really think your reality was a joke? did everyone think of you as a joke? was not being curvy a joke?
“im being serious.”
jongseob stopped laughing immediately. his face was dusted red as soon as he realized that you weren’t playing. “oh. im sorry. i thought you were kidding.”
“do i look like a child?” you asked him. your voice cracked. you didnt want to sound like an idiot but the incident from earlier kept weighing you down. you turned to jongseob who was making a weird face, with no context on why you would ask he was confused. “babe do you really think i would date someone who looks like a child?”
that wasnt the answer you wanted. it was a simple “yes” or “no” question. it almost felt like he was beating around the bush.
“answer me jongseob.”
he sighed and placed the bra back into the bag. “no you do not look like a child. not having d cup tits doesn’t mean you look like a child where did you get this from?”
you pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment and broke down at the wheel. finally telling him the events of what happened at the victorias secret today.
once you were finsihed explaining, jongseobs facial expression softened as he pulled you into a hug. tears stained his thin beige shirt but you didnt care, you just needed him.
“lets go inside okay? maybe show off these bras for me?” he pushed a stray hair out of your face and kissed your head.
you giggled softly “but you said it was unsexy.”
“but you can make it sexy, cmon.”
he grabbed your hand to help you out the car, your bag in his other hand. he pulled you into a hug walking you up the stairs. you wouldnt had thunk that a miscommunication would had led you to have a bonding moment with your boyfriend. but thats just who he is.
In which your best friend Jongseob finally introduces you to his friends after two years of studying abroad and a certain individual in the group catches your eye.
a/n: @sleepyeclipes this is for you 🫵 I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this
pairing: non idol haku shota (20) x f!reader (22)
genre: tooth-rotting fluff, filthy smut
warnings: friends to lovers, heated makeout session, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, scratching, accidental overstimulation (f receiving), dacryphilia, service top!shota who cums in his pants
word count: 6.7k
disclaimer: i do not own nor do i claim any characters or names in this work, this is all purely fictional
Your skin is sticky from the second you step off the plane’s jet bridge, humidity fogging up your glasses and suddenly you regret wearing that stupid pink velour sweatsuit. Even though your hair is most certainly frizzing up as you drag your luggage behind you, the eagerness to finally be reunited with your sister and best friend coursing through your veins overpowers the uncomfortable warmth settling over your body. It’s a familiar discomfort, truly, one you associated with summers spent wandering about the city with your friends.
The airport is as hectic as expected on a weekend, but you spot your dark-haired best friend, Jongseob standing off to the side with your older sister, Nari, as they join the others in waiting for their loved ones to find them. You pick up the speed as you make a beeline for them, dropping your luggage at Jongseob’s feet and throwing yourself into your sister’s arms.
“Missed you so much,” your voice is muffled as you tuck your face into the crook of her neck, the scent of her floral perfume washing sensations of security and familiarity over you.
She smiles and rubs your back soothingly, “Glad to have you back.”
The embrace lasts for a few moments longer before Jongseob dramatically sighs, tapping his foot on the floor, “Oh, my goddd Seobieee! I’m so happy to see you! Wow, I missed you so much!” He mocks you in a terrible, high-pitched impression of your voice with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
You break away from your sister to slap his arm before ultimately stepping into his awaiting arms, he’s taller than you remember but you’d rather die than fuel his ego by admitting it. “Still the same idiot, I see.”
“Welcome home, Y/nnie,” he smiles, squeezing you a little tighter before letting you go and picking up your bags.
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The next two days back in Seoul are spent unpacking, cleaning, and catching up with family. Your sister kept your room tidy while you were gone but after three years, you’ve decided a room rearrangement is very much overdue. It feels surreal to be back in your childhood bedroom after so long, it’s an even stranger feeling to realize that this time you’d be staying for good. Japan treated you well, you had no complaints and you were sure to be traveling back in the near future but your heart is rooted in your motherland where the local corner store owners still ask Jongseob about you and the neighborhood cats still welcome you with happy purrs.
Your phone buzzes with the distinct vibration pattern you’ve reserved specifically for your best friend.
seobie! 12:36pm received
hey! i’m talking to your mom, come out loser
You take a deep breath and observe your reflection in the mirror one last time, checking for any flyaways and touching up your lip gloss for good measure. Your outfit wasn’t overly flashy, just a simple skirt and sneakers with a light sweater. The dress code for meeting your best friend’s new friend group for the first time was a bit unclear but you hoped this would do.
you 12:38pm sent
coming !
Surely enough, Jongseob is chatting with your parents in the living room. He’s quick to excuse himself from the conversation, bidding his goodbyes and leading you down the street to begin your walk to his new shared home with his friends. The walk is filled with comfortable conversation, mainly consisting of crazy stories from overseas and what food to order for takeout later.
“You know,” Jongseob steps on a brittle leaf as he nudges you gently, “they’re pretty excited to meet you.”
“Really?” You look up at him, curiously.
He nods, leading you to his front door, jingling his keys as he unlocks it, “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”
You timidly follow close behind as he shuts the front door behind him, toeing off your sneakers and scooting them off to the side while he leads you into the main room. The chaos ensuing in the living room was something you were most definitely not prepared for.
You count four other guys on the couch as they argue over some multi-player video game they were playing on the wall-mounted television. Open soda cans and bags of chips scattered across a coffee table and two poorly closed pizza boxes to close the deal. This was the most guy-coded home you’d ever seen. Jongseob smiles at you reassuringly before ushering you into the ring of fire, standing behind you and grabbing your shoulders to present you to his friends like some middle school project.
“Everyone, this is my best friend that I was telling you about, Y/n.” He smiles proudly as he ruffles your hair.
You scoff and duck away from his pestering touch, “Hello! It’s so nice to meet you all.”
The first to stand from the couch is a tall blonde with distinctively pronounced cheekbones and full lips. He reaches out both hands to shake yours, “I’m Keeho, he’s told us a lot about you.”
You return his warm smile with a softer version of your own and a polite bow, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He seems nice. The next to greet you is already sporting a friendly grin, dark brown eyes complementing his shaggy, black hair.
“Jiung,” he shakes your hand firmly before motioning to the other two sitting on the couch, one tall brunette with a shy smile and another long-haired blonde with observant eyes, “they would be Intak and Taeyang.”
Both men return a polite smile and handshake before easing back into a small conversation about how Jongseob has not been able to stop talking about you for the past week. Your best friend shrugs sheepishly before patting the spot on the couch beside him and silently inviting you to sit down with them. The nerve-wracking anxiety that comes with being in an unfamiliar setting finally begins to wear off when you hear what sounds like screeching coming from down the hall.
You turn to the group, “Um, do you have a cat by chance? Maybe they’re hungry?”
Keeho purses his lips as he tries to fight back a fit of laughter, shaking his head, “No… that would be our other roommate, Shota.”
You tilt your head in confusion as the noise grows louder the faster he approaches the living room, curiosity fills your mind as you try to imagine what kind of person could be making such odd noises. Any possible guesses are thrown out the window when he rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of a new and unfamiliar albeit beautiful face.
He’s cute, you can’t help but think to yourself. So what if he’s a little odd? His face is chiseled to perfection, with kind eyes partially blocked by wavy pink strands. As hard as you try to stop staring and introduce yourself, you’re at a loss for words.
“Oh.” He gasps, eyes wide with embarrassment as his skin flushes pink. You almost start to feel bad for him with the way he’s clearly struggling to cope with the humiliation.
Jiung bursts out into an obnoxious fit of laughter soon followed by Keeho, clutching his abdomen as he struggles to form words, “There’s the cat!”
You fight the urge to giggle at his stupid joke, not wanting to further embarrass this very handsome friend of Jongseob’s. Part of you is still smitten by the way everything about him just screams perfect. His outfit is baggy but he’s not drowning in it, a dark zip-up hoodie over a black tank top with a pair of washed-out black jeans that accentuate his height perfectly.
Shota is still getting flamed by the rest of the group while Jongseob leans into your ear to whisper, “He speaks Japanese too by the way.”
You shoot up from the couch, smoothing out your skirt, “Kon'nichiwa, hajimemashite.” You stick a hand out to greet him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.
He accepts your hand, nearly engulfing it in his own as he musters up a small smile, “Shota.”
The group bursts into laughter yet again as they watch their roommate helplessly fumble this introduction. Shota wishes in that moment that he could shake off all the anxiety he’s feeling and tell you how pretty you are. He wants to tell you that your hair looks nice and he likes your shoes. That you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and he’s mentally kicking himself because the only word that he can make out is his first name.
You’re not faring any better, your face frozen in a stupidified expression as you try to compose yourself. It’s like he’s walked straight out of a movie with the way his hair falls perfectly in place and his cologne is subtle but comforting, not overly present. You don’t think you’ve ever met someone with such a perfect face before meeting him.
Jongseob ruins the moment with a clap of his hands, “Okayyy, so now that everyone has met. Who’s down for a round of Mario Kart?”
Shota opts to sit cross-legged on the floor beside Keeho who scoots over just enough to make room. He doesn’t speak much after your very awkward first interaction and you find yourself frowning ever so slightly at the lack of enthusiasm from him. Jiung passes around four controllers, unsure whether to pass the last one to you or to another member of the group.
You shake your head, “I’ll wait, no worries.”
Keeho leans into Shota as he seemingly whispers in his ear before grinning and nodding, accepting the black controller his pink-haired friend was willingly offering, “He said you can take his round.”
“Oh, you don’t have to-”
Shota shakes his head and insists you accept the controller. You hum appreciatively and take it into your hands, admiring the little alien stickers that decorate it before focusing on the screen. Soon the game begins and quickly engrosses the four of you playing, your character gliding through the course with ease as you purposely sabotage Jongseob with an ink splatter.
He sputters out a frustrated cry, “What? After I saved that special mystery box for you? How could you?”
You giggle and lead your character to victory, a satisfied grin spreading on your face. The boys mope and whine about how they lost to the newcomer, blaming it on the Wi-Fi connection or the battery level of their controllers—anything but accepting defeat. You’ve stolen a few glances at Shota here and there but every time you look his way you find him averting his gaze immediately, as if he were already staring and afraid of getting caught.
You clear your throat and tap Jongseob’s thigh, standing up and motioning for him to follow your lead, “Seobie, I’m thirsty can I get some water please?”
He rolls his eyes playfully, “I guess you can.”
Jongseob leads you into the kitchen and opens the cupboard for an empty glass. You lean against the kitchen counter and watch him pour water into your cup from the water dispenser before handing it to you, grabbing his arm before he starts to walk away.
“Wait!” You whisper-shout, glancing over to see if the boys are watching before proceeding, “Why didn’t you tell me that your friend was this hot?”
Your raven-haired friend smirks before crossing his arms, “You’ve got the hots for Mr. Space Human, huh?”
A pout forms on your lips, guilty. “Maybe… but you’ve gotta help a girl out, I wanna get to know him.”
He ponders for a moment before nodding, “I suppose I could play Cupid for you, but only if you buy me lunch tomorrow.”
You scoff before agreeing, taking a sip of your water, and setting the glass down on the counter.
Unbeknownst to you, Shota was getting grilled by his friends in the living room, bombarded by accusations of turning into a blushing loser from the second you stepped in.
Intak teases his friend further, "Your face almost got as pink as your hair.”
“Let’s not forget the time you tried giving the Korean barbecue host your number on a napkin and she threw it away thinking it was garbage,” Keeho defends, cradling Shota like a parent protecting their child.
Intak doesn’t speak any further, furrowing his brows with a childish pout. Jiung taps Shota on the shoulder, alerting him that you were coming within earshot and quietly instructing him to act cool. You take your seat back on the couch and enjoy the evening for a while longer before eventually resigning to the idea that it was time to go back home. Eventually, you’ve said goodbye to everyone, saving Shota for last.
You walk up to him, smiling politely and waving, “Goodbye, Shota-kun! See you next time.”
Keeho nudges him to respond, “Bye, Y/nnie!”
And as you and Jongseob walk out, the door shutting behind you, Shota is left with his heart pounding in his chest and a giddy smile on his face. Your name leaves a tingle on his lips, he hopes he gets the blessing of saying it more in the future. It’s nearly gross the way he’s so clearly smitten over you, practically floating off to his room as the guys look at one another as if to confirm what they’re seeing is correct. Intak turns to Jiung and points a finger toward his open mouth to feign a look of disgust.
Jiung grins, slapping a hand on Theo and Keeho’s shoulders, “Looks like our little buddy has got a crush, yeah?”
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A week has passed since your first introduction to the group but given that you’ve been busy settling into your life back home, you’ve found it hard to make much time to socialize. One would think that this time apart would have you focusing on other things but funnily enough, a certain pink-haired boy stayed present in your mind the entire week apart. Jongseob had asked if you were free to catch some late lunch with the guys and seeing that you finally had some free time, you said yes (not that you’d ever say no to Korean barbecue).
This time you made sure that your hair was flawless, trying out a new hairstyle that accentuated the recent haircut you’d gotten. Hell, you even wore a new outfit that your sister bought you as a welcome home gift, pairing it with a light layer of lip gloss and your signature winter fragrance. Satisfied with your appearance, you grab your bag and head out the door. You pull out your phone and send a quick message to Jongseob.
you 2:14pm sent
on the way!
You slip in a single earbud and select a playlist before shutting off your phone and shoving it into your bag, beginning the familiar walk to the restaurant. The air is crisp and leaves your skin tingling with the kind of cold that leaves bring a smile to your face. Small puddles linger on the pavement, courtesy of the light rain shower that put you to sleep the night before— you avoid them with a smile.
Soon, you’re entering the restaurant, scanning the room for a familiar group of faces. Shota sees you before you notice him, his heart skips a beat at the way the sunlight catches your hair just right. All other noise drowns out as he focuses on you and your stunning appearance, your face is tinged with the cold from outside but your lips are still glossy and soft. You spot him as you’re taking out your earbuds and storing them in your bag, smiling and nodding at a host before striding over to their table.
You look for an open seat and find one next to Shota, “Can I sit here?”
Shota is still caught in his daze, mesmerized by your sweet voice and delicious perfume, Jiung speaks up for him, “Yes! Go for it, we just got done ordering appetizers!”
He’s grateful you’ve just barely missed the obnoxious eyebrow raises from the group and silent cheers. The sound of blood rushing through his ears nearly drowns out all the other noise happening around him but he’s able to make out your voice in the midst of it all.
You’re settling in beside him and hanging your coat over the back of your seat before turning to look up at him with a smile, “Hello.”
“Hey.” He breathes out, too nervous to even attempt to say your name in fear of freezing up and embarrassing himself.
A while later Taeyang returns from the restroom and quirks a brow at his now occupied seat, ready to interrogate whoever gave it up when he’s silenced by a sharp glare from Keeho. He nods and sits beside Intak with a polite smile in your direction. Soon the table is crowded with sides and enough protein to feed a small army.
You’ve finished assembling your plate and turn over to your new pink-haired friend with a lopsided smile, “Itadakimasu.”
Shota knows he should probably respond, or at the very least acknowledge your politeness but he’s so caught up in the way the pink shimmer in your lip gloss accentuates your lips well enough he’s left with the lingering question of whether it tastes like strawberries or if your lips are as soft as they seem. Somehow your perfume manages to sneak its way through to his senses even through the smokiness of the burnt pork belly that Intak is desperately trying to save.
An embarrassing amount of time passes before he’s reacting with a flustered, “Itadakimasu.”
Lunch goes on smoothly for the most part, Intak hogs the pork belly, and Taeyang orders soju for the table. Conversation fills the air comfortably along with laughter, you feel like you fit right in. Maybe meeting Jongseob’s friends wasn’t ever meant to be as scary as you had initially thought it would be. Your belly feels warm with a sense of belonging and you find yourself not so scared of joining in on the banter.
Alas, all good things must come to an end and eventually the tab is paid and everyone is gathering their things to leave. You follow alongside Shota as he and the group leave the establishment, thanking him for holding the door for you.
“Look at this guy, all of a sudden there’s a girl in the group and he’s turned into Prince Charming.” Jiung teases, jutting out his thumb in the direction of his pink-haired loser friend.
Shota blushes at his friend’s nosy antics, “Just being nice…”
You fall behind and wait for him to catch up, falling in stride alongside him and nudging him with your shoulder, “I appreciate it, don’t listen to him.”
He nods and offers a shy smile, one that has the corners of his eyes crinkling and shows off his adorable teeth. You appreciate all the features that make him so perfect, every bit of him. The way he shakes his hair out of his face or the way he tugs his sleeves nearly to his knuckles. The tip of his nose and cheeks are tinged pink with the frosty air that chills his skin. You’re too caught up in the way he’s able to pull you in so effortlessly that you fail to notice the pole he’s about to walk into. Shota is no less of a fool, a love-struck one at that— your hair just flows so beautifully in the wind that before he knows it he’s slamming directly into a tall and very inconveniently placed pole in the middle of the sidewalk.
A loud ding fades out into the air followed by his wince of pain prompting the others to turn around and put two and two together, bursting out into a fit of boyish laughter. You pay them no mind as you rush to Shota’s side, cupping his face and inspecting for any cuts or bruises.
“Are you okay?” You scan his face once more, brows furrowed with worry.
Shota melts into your touch despite feeling absolutely mortified that he’s embarrassed himself so terribly in front of his crush. Crush? He isn’t completely sure if that title accurately describes the way you make him feel— like he’s capable of capturing all the stars in the universe for you, or the way you’ve got him walking along the very thin line between love and insanity. Words don’t begin to describe the grasp you have on his entire being, he feels as if you’ve weaseled your way into his heart and quite frankly, he doesn’t seem to mind all that much.
So with a burst of bravery and maybe even stupidity, he reaches up to cup his hand over yours and nods, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
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You’ve spent a lot of time over the past few weeks giggling at your phone over silly posts Shota has sent you (he begged Jongseob for your number). Texts are sent back and forth in between the busy hours of the day, filling in the gaps when you’re too busy to see each other. You’re sprawled out on your stomach on the bed, kicking your feet as you type out another response.
Your older sister rolls her eyes as she walks into your room, “When are you guys going to admit you like each other?”
“When are you going to tell Keeho that you wanna suck his face off?” You scoff.
She huffs and walks back out, slamming the door behind her and leaving you alone with a satisfied grin. A few more minutes go by before you decide to call Jongseob and pester him on his day off, he answers at the third ring.
“Seobieee, what’re you up to?” You chirp, rolling onto your back.
“Not a damn thing, and it’s great” You can almost hear the record screech in his head with how quick he is to cut himself off, “Why are you in such a good mood?”
“I can’t just be excited to talk to my bestie?”
“Mm, I’ve known you for years and I can tell when you’re excited and when you’re hiding something. You’ve been texting him haven’t you?”
“Maybeee, but Seob he’s just so funny and kind and cute and-”
Your screen flashes with none other than Shota’s caller ID and your eyes widen, “Oh shit, he’s calling me! I’m gonna have to put you on hold, be right back!”
Jongseob chuckles from the other side of the screen, “Okay-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’ve already answered the other call.
You clear your throat and answer, “Hello?”
Shota’s voice sounds through the speakers calmly, “Y/nnie? Hi, how are you?”
“M-me? I’m good! How about you? Seobie told me you guys have the day off, I hope you’re getting plenty of rest.” You chew on the inside of your lip.
He smiles at the way you’re always so caring, even when you don’t realize it, “I’m glad to hear that, I’m doing great as well. Listen, I was just wondering…”
You blurt out, “Yes?”
Shota takes a breath and musters up all his courage, Keeho and Jiung silently cheering him along from either side (unbeknownst to you), “I was just wondering if you weren’t busy, that maybe you’d want to go to the arcade with me later?”
Keeho motions for him to continue.
“…like on a date.” He finishes.
Your eyes widen as you grip the phone tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you squeak out, “A date?”
He breathes out shakily, “Yeah, if that’s okay with you?”
You’re nodding like an idiot despite him not being able to see it, though you’re mostly grateful for the fact,”Yes! I’d love to- er, I mean, I’m not busy, I wouldn’t mind going… with you.”
Your face heats up with embarrassment at how dumb you sound. You can only imagine how badly Jongseob would make fun of you for getting so flustered over a simple invitation.
“Great, so then I’ll swing by around 6ish?” He checks in.
“See you at 6. Bye!” You confirm before quickly ending the call and rejoining the other line with Jongseob.
“Eeeee- guess what?” You squeal out in a volume loud enough to have your best friend retreat from the phone before adjusting his volume.
“Geez, you’ve got a real set of lungs on you,” he winces, “What did he say?”
“He asked me out! On a date… to the arcade!” You’re practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.
Jongseob chuckles, “Took him long enough. What did you say?”
“Obviously I said yes,” you’ve begun to pace around the room before rummaging through your closet for an outfit, “Oh my god, what am I gonna wear?”
He transitions the call to video chat and helps you pick out an outfit, teasing you as you get ready for your date. Soon it’s six o’clock and he’s giving you last-minute advice before your doorbell goes off.
“He’s here! Gotta go!” You wave to the camera.
“Remember, no tongue during the first kiss!” He grins as you end the call.
Your parents have already let Shota in, a small bouquet tucked into his fist as he stands between your mother and father. He steps forward with a shy offering of white carnations and pink roses, he remembers you once mentioned what your favorite flowers were (he hopes he got it right), “I got these for you, Y/nnie.”
You accept them with an adorable pout, smelling them and smiling, “They’re lovely. Thank you, Sho.”
He lets out a sigh of relief.
Your mother kindly takes the bouquet from you, “I’ll get some water for these, dear. Go have fun.”
“Have her home by 10pm, alright young man?” Your father places a hand on the younger man’s shoulder.
Shota nods rapidly, nearly representing a frightened bobblehead, “Yes, sir.”
You hug your parents goodbye and walk alongside your not-so-secret crush down the road to the local arcade. Cherry blossom petals litter the pavement around you and fill the air with a pleasant scent that announces spring’s quiet return. Your scuffed sneakers look like they belong next to Shota’s equally worn pair as he matches your stride, mindful of the way you opt for a more leisurely pace as you like to take in the scenery. It’s another thing he’s grown to adore about you, the way you bask in the moment and the quiet normalities that you refuse to let fade into the background to be forgotten.
“You look pretty.” He blurts out, picking out a loose petal from your hair.
You blush as you meet his gaze, “Thanks.”
Though it’s already early spring and not nearly as cold as the winter months, you regrettably realize that it’s still chilly enough to make your decision to leave without a jacket a big mistake. You begin to question whether Jongseob had genuinely forgotten about the outdoor conditions when helping pick your outfit or if he had intentionally left out the outerwear factor— you’d bet money that it was the latter. With a shudder, you cross your arms over your chest for warmth and make a mental note to reprimand him later.
Shota notices you’re cold before you’ve even voiced it out loud, immediately shrugging off his jacket and hanging it over your shoulders, “Better?”
You smile softly, leaning into his side ever so slightly, “Much.”
The rest of the walk is filled with small talk about chores done around the house and how scary your father was when he answered the door. You assure Shota that it’s just a front and he’s the nicest man he’ll ever meet. Once you’re properly equipped with enough arcade tokens to play every game twice, you let him lead you to his favorite game in the place, basketball. He’s enough of a gentleman to let you play the first round, kind enough to stand behind you and offer to show you how to throw the ball after witnessing your many failed attempts. His cologne is dizzying in the best way, rendering you into a pile of mush as you melt against his chest, any tips he’s giving you going through one ear and out the other as your brain short-circuits from being in such proximity.
“How about I go, and you watch me? That way maybe you can get a better grasp on how to play?” He steps beside you and gently retrieves a ball from the rack.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak at this very moment without making a bigger fool of yourself. Shota smiles and begins to demonstrate the proper way to shoot the ball, which you’re watching intently for approximately five seconds before you get distracted by how infuriatingly good his arms look in his sleeveless top. The way his hands grip the ball so confidently, arms flexing with every throw, it’s enough to drive any woman to their knees— you’re blessed enough to claim yourself as a not-so-involuntary victim for the night.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s always wearing sweaters that hide his arms or the fact that this is your first individual hangout—no, this is a date, you remind yourself— but the arcade’s neon lights highlight all the dips and curves of his muscles a little too well. The timer buzzes and snaps you out of your daze, signifying the end of his turn.
“So? Do you think you’ve got the hang of it now?” He looks over at you, slightly out of breath from trying to beat the high score on the digital leaderboard.
You smile sheepishly as you shake your head, “I don’t think I’ll ever be on your level.”
Shota grins back at you, taking your hand and leading you through the arcade to the next game, “That’s alright, you’ll have plenty of chances to redeem yourself.”
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After a very successful outing at the arcade, Shota feels confident enough to invite you back to his shared home, hiding his excitement when you agree. He’s already texted the guys to let them know he’d be bringing you over and begged them not to embarrass him when he came home— the group only acknowledged the first part of the message. You shyly follow behind him as he leads you to his room, rushing to avoid his pestering roommates and their guyish behavior with their hollering and winking.
Shota shuts the door behind him with the lock clicking shortly after, letting out a sigh, “Sorry about them, they shouldn’t bother us in here.”
You giggle as you look around his room, it’s the first time you’ve truly had a chance to get a good look at it. “It’s okay, I think it’s a little funny.”
He smiles and joins your side, “Do you maybe wanna watch a movie or something?”
“Only if I get to pick.” You let yourself fall back onto his bed, adjusting your skirt and getting comfortable.
He shakes his head, taking his place beside you and tentatively wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer as he powers on the TV. Wordlessly, he offers the remote to you and doesn’t complain when you’ve picked a movie he’d already seen earlier in the week. Though, the movie soon drowns out in the background as you pick up small talk about your time in Japan and how fond you are of the people over there. Shota is absolutely smitten by the way you switch in and out of Japanese so effortlessly, the language seems so beautiful when it slips past your lips. The same pair of lips he’s been dying to feel against his for months, except he’s finally reached his breaking point.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, tilting your chin upwards toward him but gentle enough to give you every opportunity to back away.
Your heart skips a beat as you shyly reply, “Please.”
He leans in slowly, pressing his lips against yours with a tenderness that has you yearning for more. He lets you lead the kiss at your own pace, the taste of your cherry (not strawberry) lip gloss forever ingrained in his mind. Your lips are as sweet as you, molding against his perfectly like they were meant to touch his lips— like you were meant to be his. Shota finds himself chasing your kiss as you break apart, blown out pupils drowning out the mahogany surrounding them as he stares back at you.
“You’re so pretty.” He pants before pulling you back for more.
This time he leads the kiss with a groan, basking in the way you follow his lead so obediently, tugging at the hair on the back of his head. Soon he’s climbing on top of you, fueled by this growing need in the pit of his stomach that’s only getting hungrier for more. You sneak your hands up the back of his shirt, raking your nails down his back while he licks at your bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth.
“Sho…” you whine, hoping he’ll get the hint that you need the miserable piece of fabric off his body now.
Shota curses under his breath at the sight of you blinking back up at him impatiently with your hair splayed out across his pillow all pretty-like as he sits back to yank his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor carelessly. He doesn’t spare a second more before his lips are back on you, this time exploring the delicate skin on your neck with kisses light enough to elicit adorably frustrated whimpers from your pretty mouth.
“Sound so pretty too…” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, grazing his teeth over your collarbone.
He’s observant of the way you tilt your hips up at him as you continue to roam your touch up and down his arms, goosebumps littering his skin. His hips have a mind of their own, greedily seeking the heat between your legs as he grinds against you, brain going haywire at the way his hardening cock bumps against your core deliciously. But Shota is nothing if not a gentleman, so with all the restraint he can muster, he brings himself to stop and brings his focus back to you. His hand wanders lower to the hem of your skirt, toying with the skin of your inner thighs as he glances up at you.
“Can I touch you, please?” He whispers, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.
You widen your legs for him in response, “God, Shota if you don’t touch me this instant, I’m leaving.”
He chuckles and lifts your skirt to reveal the wet patch beginning to soak through your panties, the pads of his fingers rubbing at it tentatively. You let out a quiet moan in response which prompts him to continue, alternating between different speeds and levels of pressure to see which combinations drive you just the right kind of insane. It feels good the way he’s taking his time to work you up but you’re past the point of being patient, he’s lit this fire inside you and it’s all but consuming you alive.
“Enough teasing, please…” You whine, reaching down to grab his wrist.
His pink head of hair travels down between your thighs, slowly dragging your delicate panties down your legs before discarding them somewhere on the bed. He looks up at you before he proceeds, “May I?”
You nod, lips parted slightly.
Shota groans the second he swipes his tongue over your folds for the first time, immediately addicted to your taste. His hips grind against the mattress as he drools over your pretty cunt, slurping up your arousal and dragging the tip of his tongue in circles around your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat as your hand goes flying to the back of his head, gripping his pink strands of hair while he nearly drowns himself between your thighs.
“Oh, fuck! S’good, baby.” You bite on the back of your hand as you fight to stay quiet, a battle you’re quickly losing.
He lets out a pathetic whimper at the pet name, sending a rush of blood straight to his aching cock which is surely staining his boxers with all the arousal he’s leaking. His strong hands grip your thigh and keep them spread nice and wide for him as he shakes his head side to side, drenching the entire lower half of his face in your wetness. You squeal and reach for the first pillow you can get your hands on, opting to use it to muffle your cries as he picks up the pace rather quickly.
Your thighs tremble under his iron-tight grip with each devastating swipe of his tongue and as if things couldn’t possibly get worse for you, he sneaks not one but two sinful fingers past your entrance and curls them just enough to have you gasping for air. Your cries only spur him on, his hips matching the pace of his fingers gliding in and out of you as he desperately tries to bring you to your release. You make the foolish mistake of looking down at him only to be met with the biggest puppy dog eyes practically pleading you to soak his face.
Shota hums against your folds, his words vibrating against you deliciously and settling deep into your bones, “Cum f’me please, pretty.”
With that, he latches onto your clit and sucks on it with just enough pressure to have you seeing stars. He’s aiming for that torturous spot inside you repeatedly as you inevitably begin to fall apart right before his very eyes, fingers curling unforgivably against your velvety walls. Your mind fades to nothing but static and pure ecstasy when the knot finally snaps, vision unfocusing and toes curling.
“Shota, fuck! Nngh, cumming!” You cry out, pressing his face further against your cunt as you ride out your orgasm.
He accepts every last drop you have to offer of your liquid gold, greedily taking it all in as if it were to be his last meal. Your whimpers drive him to the brink of insanity, thrusting his hips into the mattress in search of his own release. He’s yet to let up on you, too caught up in seeking out his pleasure that he’s failed to process he’s already working you up to a second orgasm. His tongue has a mind of its own, leaving no part of your cunt untouched as he whines against you shamelessly.
“Ohmygod-hah t’much!” You blink away tears as your hips betray you, seeking out more of the blinding pleasure.
A few stray tears slip down your flushed cheeks and a few more cries tumble out of your pouty lips before you cum for him for the second time. The look of ruined desperation on your face is what undoes him, hips coming to a slow halt as he spills himself into the cotton of his boxers, muffling his groans into your cunt. Shota rests his head against your thigh for a moment before propping it up on his right palm. He smiles at you with the biggest, proudest grin (cum dripping down his chin and all) and a head of hair that vaguely resembles a cloud of cotton candy that got trampled on.
After the moment fades back to reality, he eases himself off the bed and grabs the pack of baby wipes from the bedside table, “Let me clean you up, okay?”
You giggle sleepily, “Why do you even have those in here in the first place?”
Shota blushes, being mindful of your sensitivity, and carefully wipes away the mess between your thighs. “Don’t worry about it, just be glad that I do.”
He helps slide your panties back on, quickly cleaning himself up and changing into a new pair of underwear to which you respectfully turned away before sliding back into bed with you. It’s easy to snuggle up beside him now that you’ve crossed the line of intimacy, a line that would soon have to be defined come morning time but for now you’d allow yourself to bask in his warmth just a while longer.
He hums as you play with his necklace that lies on his chest, tilting your face up to kiss him and whispering, “My pretty girl.”
