#zeloxyou

Absentmindedly you fiddle with your phone as you zone out on your TV and debate if you should text your boyfriend again or not. You haven’t heard much from Junhong for the last three days, just little texts here and there saying how you miss each other or wish each other well. It shouldn’t bother you so much since sometimes you go for almost a week without hearing from him when he’s on tour, but he’s been home the last three days. He’d warned you he would be busy, but you expected he would at least spare time for dinner with you or that he would invite you over for a little bit.

You focus when your phone lights up, telling you he’s made an Instagram post. Unlocking your phone, you look to see footage of him dancing in the practice room. His talent never ceases to amaze you as you sit smiling at your phone. He seems happier in his latest posts and it warms your heart. Still, you can’t help but worry that he pushes himself too hard. He always assures you that he rests as needed, but with all his late night posts and lives, you have your doubts.

You actually stayed up late last night watching his live, even if it was just him lying in bed listening to music. It made you miss him more and wonder why he couldn’t send more than a few words. And today, you haven’t heard anything. Not one word. It makes you worry. You knew his idol life would be demanding, and that was something the two of you discussed multiple times before and during your relationship. Still, you can’t help the worry that his life as Zelo is pulling him away from you: that he is no longer your Junhong, but is instead simply Zelo.

Briefly you think about contacting his mom to see if you could bring the family dinner later. She already seems to think of you as a daughter, the two of you spending time together when Zelo was away on tour. Even if you didn’t get to see your boyfriend, at least you could spend some time with Mochi since you didn’t end up babysitting him at all during this tour yet.

The thought is tempting, but you realize it’s late and that they’ve probably already eaten. Not to mention, you don’t feel the motivation to make that much food after the long day of work you had. You actually should still be in the studio editing more of the photos from the upcoming project, but you had worked from 7am to 6:30pm and that felt like more than enough time, especially after you were up late.

Thinking about work and food makes you realize that all you’ve done in the hour since you left work is laze on your couch. Forcing yourself up, you find some ramen and begin boiling the water. As you wait, you change into your pajamas, aka one of Junhong’s shirts and your underwear. You smell his shirt, sighing softly since it’s starting to lose his scent. You head back to make your little meal before settling back on the couch to eat and watch TV. As you finish up, you glance at your phone, wondering once again if you should message Junhong to at least see if he made it home. Although by his standards, this is too early to quit.

Not yet ready to call it a day, you half-heartedly clean your apartment. When you finish you hope there’s a message from him, but there’s nothing. You would definitely have a talk with him about this when you have the chance. Although the current situation would make it seem otherwise, the two of you were actually good about communicating. When the relationship was newer, there were quite a few petty fights until the two of you learned to better express yourselves. Sometimes you could anticipate each other before anything was said, but other times words were necessary.

You remind yourself that he told you he would be busy, but that still doesn’t ease your worry especially since he would be headed out for the rest of the tour in two days. There’s no use dwelling on it until you can have a proper conversation about everything. With this in mind, you head to bed and begin to start a goodnight message only to stop as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

There’s a soft curse or two that leave you wondering if you should go to him or wait in bed. Sometimes when he’s upset Junhong needs space before he talks to you, other times you cuddle and talk about it. Last time this happened, he asked you to slow dance with him.

“______________?” You hear him softly call. With that signal you leave the bedroom and guilt forms on his features. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just laid down,” you soothe, crossing the distance between the two of you since he hasn’t moved from the spot near the door. Gently you comb the hair away from his eyes. “Do you need to eat or shower?”

He shakes his head before taking your hand. “Lie down with me?”

You give a simple nod, allowing him to lead you back into your room. He settles onto the bed, and as soon as you lie down he rests his head on your shoulder, seeking your comfort for whatever is bothering him. Immediately, you hold him close to you and kiss the top of his head as you rub his back gently. You want to say something to ease whatever pain he has, but instead you keep quiet and wait for him to explain.

“I...I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he mumbles. His words surprise you, causing you to stop your movements for a brief moment. “I didn’t want to bring my problems to you...but I really, really missed you.”

“I missed you too, but this is a partnership. I am here to help you to the best of my ability. You don’t have to go through anything yourself, remember?”

“I know I’m not alone. The company is just adding more pressure, and I feel like I can’t keep up lately. I want to do better, and so I keep practicing and practicing between schedules but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I try and show the fans as much love as I can with lives and such to make up for it. Except that doesn’t change that I barely have time to see any of my friends or you...I almost thought I wasn’t going to see you because of how much I have to do,” he tells you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You wait to see if he’s going to say more before speaking. “You are one of the most talented idols out there. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend. There are many out there who admire your skills and feel inspired because of you. Many of the comments you’ve been getting are telling you how great you are and to encourage you to rest. You’re your worst critic, where you see flaws, some people see their idol being more human. True fans want you to be healthy and happy.

“So do your friends, and they understand how crazy your life is, but just let them know you’re thinking of them now and again. As for me, I won’t lie, I was starting to get worried since you weren’t sending much. I thought maybe your career was coming first, which sometimes it has to. I know that. But I worried since we barely spoke...I thought maybe you were starting to forget about me today. It was foolish to think that when could tell you were going through more than you were letting on, and I didn’t want to push you or seem needy while you were so busy.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you and making you feel like my career came first. It matters to me a lot, but so do you,” he places a light kiss on your neck. “I just got trapped in my own head for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you what was happening...the company even threatened to take away my phone during the tour since they felt that I wasn’t focusing enough. I didn’t want to start a conversation I could finish or make you feel like you’re causing trouble. I could have handled things better, I’m sorry,” he kisses your jaw.

“It isn’t your fault. I can understand your worries. I should have reached out too. We’ll both do better next time. What matters now is that is that you’re here.” You carefully tilt his head to press your lips to his.

The kiss is soft and slow, almost hesitant, but it doesn’t take long for Junhong to shift so he can kiss you again. This time, there’s a little more force before he stops to rest his forehead against yours. He takes a moment before kissing along your jawline. “You always know how to make me feel better. Even when I feel like I’ve lost control of my life.”

Naturally, your head tilts back as you savor his actions. You feel one of his hands rest on your bare thigh. You know where this is going, and so you spur things on by whispering, “Take control.”

The hand on your thigh tightens its hold, but he pulls back to look at you. “You’re sure?”

The two of you had only recently started getting a bit more experimental in the bedroom by dominating each other every now and then. It was a rare occurrence, partially due to timing and partially because you were both still learning, but whenever it was going to happen you would at least have some sort of discussion about what would happen. The unexpected still would happen of course.

As eager as he is to dominate you, he doesn’t want to push anything.

“I trust you. We have the safe words. But if you don’t want to-”

His kiss cuts your words short, causing you to take a moment to kiss back. He shifts, gently nudging your legs further apart so he can settle between them and get a better angle for the kiss. His lips move away from yours, traveling down your neck before finding a spot to mark. Your fingers tangle into his hair, making him softly moan against your skin.

He pulls back, looking at his work before growling in your ear, “I’m going to leave so many marks that you won’t forget how much you matter to me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine before he lightly nips your earlobe. As he starts to leave another hickey your body arches to be closer to him, but to your surprise he uses both hands to push your hips back down. You feel him smirk as a soft whine leaves you. As he kisses his work and moves to another spot, you feel his hands start to move up your shirt and to your breasts, which are then given a gentle squeeze.

You gasp softly and that’s enough to make him pull back to pull the shirt off of you. You’re about to reach out to take his shirt off, but your hands are pinned before you come close. “Wait.”

You want to protest, but you keep quiet which earns you a kiss. His hands release yours to ghost up your body and fondle your breasts once more. When he begins playing with your  hardening nipples, he uses your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands reaches for one of yours, giving two gentle squeezes to check in with you as he continues the kiss. Slowly you return the gesture, which makes him kiss you more eagerly.

When he pulls away, he quickly moves down to leave marks on your collarbones. He presses his lower half to yours, allowing you to feel his erection through his jeans before he grinds against you. Junhong is a dancer, making him in tune with his body and he’s made it his task to know yourself just as well. He wastes no time, kissing along the spots he knows you’re sensitive to as you grip onto the sheets, trying to let him lead.

Your restraint crumbles as a tongue runs over one of your nipples, and you quickly grab at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off him. When he pulls away, it’s enough for you to get the fabric off. “I thought I told you to wait?”

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t...” you say softly, noting the dark look in his eyes as he looks down at you.

He takes the shirt from you, tossing it aside on your behalf before he harshly pinches your nipples as a form of punishment. “You couldn’t what?”

“I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to see you,” you whimper, more from the deep tone of his voice than the pain. “I’m sorry,” you tell him again.

One hand gently cups your chin as the other pulls at his belt. “Tonight I’ll be generous, if you show me how sorry you are.”

He sets the belt to the side, but you don’t question this as he kisses you gently before he stands to get rid of his pants and boxers. You lick your at the sight before crawling forward, glancing up at him before taking a hold of his cock. He lets out a content sigh as you start to pump him, but you prefer the noise he makes as you run your tongue over his tip. Usually you would tease him, but not tonight. Not after you already went against an order.

You run your tongue over him, coating him with your saliva before you take the tip into your mouth. Gentle hands gather your hair into a ponytail as your head sinks lower and lower until you can’t take anymore. At first Junhong doesn’t push you as you bob your head up and down, but soon he begins guiding your paces with slight tugs on your hair. Any time you pull back for air, your hands take place of your mouth.

Carefully, you breathe and relax your throat enough to deepthroat him, pulling the most delicious sound from your boyfriend’s mouth as well as a few curse words. He starts rocking his hips, wanting more and more from you. It’s the second time that he pushes his hips too much that you smack his thigh and pull away. “Yellow,” you warn.

He quickly presses kisses to your face, his dominance forgotten to soothe you. “Sorry, sorry,” he says softly. “No more of that. Do you need a minute?” You hadn’t given the word to completely stop, but he still want to be certain.

“I’m okay, we can continue,” you pant before he pushes you back onto the bed. He leans over you to pull the lube out of the nightstand so it’s at the ready. His fingers tease at your waistband before moving lower to your wetness. He keeps quiet, but the smirk on his face says it all as his fingers press into the damp spot. Slowly, he lowers himself so can make marks along your stomach and hips as he lowers your underwear. As he begins nibbling on your inner thigh, the anticipation makes you whine. “Junhong, please.”

He doesn’t say anything as he continues marking your other inner thigh.

“Ple-oh!” You moan loudly as his tongue presses to your clit. He sucks it lightly while pulling your legs further apart as you try to close them. Your hips buck lightly as his tongue moves around the sensitive bud before his tongue slides between your folds. Vaguely, you hear the pop of the lube top, but all you can focus on is the waves of pleasure building. It’s only seconds later that you feel a finger sliding into you, going nearly knuckle deep.

Once the digit starts moving, it only adds to the pleasure you’d already been feeling. It isn’t long before another is added, stretching you further while bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You reach to grip on Junhong’s hair in attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away as the pressure builds. Despite the tight grip he still manages to pull away. He gives a soft chuckle at the cry you make as your orgasm starts to fade away.

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses you gently, reaching for a condom that’s quickly rolled on. “Hands up,” he instructs grabbing his belt from where he’d set it. You do as told and soon he has you bound to the headboard. “As much as I love you marking me, we can’t have it so close to our departure,” he explains as if he can tell what you’re thinking. “Too tight?”

You shake your head, earning another kiss as his hands trail down your body. You can feel his cock against your entrance, and press against it as you’re unable to do much else. A slight smack on your thigh is a silent warning not to rush him, and so you try to settle down. This once again proves difficult as he runs his tip around your entrance.

You start to beg, wanting more. Needing more. Your words are enough to get your way as he slides into you. The both of you moan in unison. “You feel incredible,” you tells you as he starts to thrust into you gently.

The bruising grips on your thighs tell you he’s restraining himself to take things slow. Despite the slow pace, his thrusts are still forceful as he plants kisses along your body along with the occasional bite. You want to touch him, but the belt keeps your hands in place, leaving you mildly frustrated. It’s only once he begins to move faster that his hands move to the sheets so you can meet his pace. His name falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know and it spurs him on to find your g-spot.

When he does, you don’t even seem to know his name anymore as only moans come from you. It isn’t long after that you reach your peak and Junhong works you through it. His own follows just after, causing him to moan out your name as he releases.

When his high is over, he rests against you, catching his breath and listening to you do the same. You reach to try and hold him, only to feel the belt tighten. “Babe, can you untie me?”

Junhong gives a small nod before pulling out, leaning over to release you before disposing of the condom. He looks down at you as you lower your arms, allowing them to fully relax. “Was that too much?” He looks at the red marks covering your body and wants to be certain everything is alright.

“Outside of the one warning I gave you it was perfect.”

With that he flashes an adorable smile. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have someone like you to love.”

You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose “I love you too, and I’m really glad you decided to come over.”

He starts spreading kisses all over your face, showering you in affections. Between each kiss he speaks, “Me too. You always make me feel better. Now do you want to shower?”

“Only if we can snuggle after.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he promises, kissing your forehead. He disappears for a moment to grab a few things, such as a change of clothes for after, and starts the water so it can warm up.

With everything set, he carries you bridal style into the bathroom only setting you down before entering the shower. The two of you wash each other off, occasionally using the soap to tickle each other as you joke around. He teases you for tracing your finger over his tattoo, and so you make sure to point out every time he lingers on a darkening mark on your body.

When you're done washing, you towel off and slip into the underwear and shirt Junhong grabbed for you. Once he has his sweatpants on the two of you change the sheets, tossing the dirty ones to be washed before settling into bed. This time you rest on his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you hum in content. “What time do you have to leave tomorrow for schedules?”

“Not until after lunch. I plan to spend all morning with you.”

It’s only when he feels a light tap on his nose that he comes back to reality to see you smiling at him. “Welcome back to Earth,” you tease.

“Nice to be back,” he grins, taking his headphones out and tucking them away. He opens the door to the shop and lets you enter first, making you smile more. The two of you place your orders before settling at a small table in the corner. “So what's the occasion?” He asks.

“Does there need to be one to see you?”

“Yes.”

“Well good thing I’m just using you to see Mochi.”

“Not allowed,” Zelo says, trying to keep his voice stern. “I forbid it.”

Naturally you begin to give him the best puppy dog eyes. “Please? I barely see the two of you anymore. Second semester starts soon, and with your schedule I never see you except your social media posts. So I won’t have any chances to see you soon. I missed you...and i just...had a rough day,” you mumble the last part.

Zelo feels his heart flutter at your confession only to frown at your bad day. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You simply shake your head, taking another spoonful of ice cream.

“Okay, then today I will grant you permission to see my son. He probably misses you too. I know I have.”

Zelo isn't sure but he swears your cheeks are turning pink. Your voice is back to being cheerful. “Of course he does. He loves me. That's why he came to me when you lost hold of the leash! How could such a small dog get away from someone with such long legs?”

“He’s a ball of energy when he wants to be. Still that was one of the scariest moments of my life until I found him with you.”

Despite this happening almost eight months ago, Zelo can remember it perfectly.

He had lost focus while replying to a message from Jongup and the next thing he knew the leash was flying from his hand. The momentary shock left him rooted to the spot, watching the little brown fluff rush away, yipping at another dog. It wouldn’t be the first time Mochi ended up fighting another dog, but usually the dog was bigger. He began calling for him, but the dog slipped under a bush, making Zelo lose sight of him as he looked in that area.

Not finding him, he moved on only to spot Mochi at a tree a short distance away. The dog was in your lap, stretched up on his hind legs to excitedly plant kisses on your face. Zelo could hear you laughing as you tried to calm the dog. “Hey, come on, settle down. You’re going to take off my cover-up,” you laughed, gently trying to get the dog to sit. It takes a moment but he eventually settles down. “Where did you come from cutie?” You questioned, searching for an ID tag.

Zelo slowly approached. He could see a small sketchbook with a few bent pages at your side. “Excuse me? I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

Mochi gave a small yip, as if Zelo’s words offend him. You chuckled and looked up at the newcomer, “He didn’t bother me at all! Just startled me a bit, but that’s a risk you run sitting at a dog park.”

“Did he chase your dog away?” Zelo noted there wasn’t one at your side.

“No, my parents won’t allow me to have a dog of my own...so I come here to sketch a few when I’m stressed,” you tapped the book at your side, only for Mochi to stretch out to sniff that hand and start licking it. “He’s an affectionate little guy.”

“That’s Mochi. And I’m sorry he seems to have wrecked your sketchbook. I can buy you another if you want.”

“It’s only a few wrinkled pages, it’s okay. Can’t be mad at this sweetheart,” you cooed at Mochi as he continues his affections.

“He really seems to like you. I’m Junhong by the way.”

“______________...wait, you're not...not Zelo, are you?” You asked softly.

Hesitantly Zelo nodded, not wanting to be dishonest. He expected you to freak out, ask for a photo, or something.

All that happened was a smile spread on your face, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too....I don't think he’s going to move any time soon,” Zelo told you.

“It's not bother. But if you need to get going he’s your dog.”

“Nah,” Zelo shrugged and settled into a place beside you. The two of you made conversation while Mochi kept alternating between each of you. Zelo was surprised to learn you were only a senior in high school, but it didn't stop you from exchanging numbers.

“Hey, you're zoning out again,” your voice brings him back to the present. “You need to get more sleep.”

“I sleep enough. I just haven't had much time to think about anything other than what I'm working on.”

“Thank you for taking a break to see me, I know it's hard to pull away from your work,” you say softly, lifting your spoon to offer him some of your ice cream as a thanks.

“I needed the break,” he admits take a bite and offering you some of his in return. This was how it was whenever the two of you got together. You were both so comfortable with each other. Sometimes it made Zelo wish you were older so he could be with you...but you're underage and so he kept his feelings to himself.

He pushes the feeling down as you chat, but it rises up again on the walk to his place when he feels you grab his jacket sleeve so you don’t lose him in the crowd on the sidewalk. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this, but it is the first time he pulls away so he can link hands with you. He tries to tell himself the gesture is completely platonic, but the racing beat of his heart says otherwise.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach the apartment and for Mochi to immediately run to the door. “Hang on sweetie,” you coo as you remove your shoes before gently picking the dog up and holding him close to you.

As you head further into the apartment you greet Zelo’s mom and brother, making a bit of light conversation with both of them before his mother leaves to run errands and his brother goes back to his game. “What do you feel like doing? We could walk Mochi or watch a movie or something?”

You ponder the options before asking, “If it isn’t an issue, maybe you can show Mochi and me what you’ve been working on?”

“I can’t give you comeback spoilers ___________,” Zelo tells you, shaking his head.

“It was worth a shot. Just a movie then. Your pick,” you shrug, walking to Zelo’s room so you don’t disturb the gaming happening in the living room. Zelo follows, thanking his lucky stars he cleaned his room the day before. As you settle into a spot on his bed with Mochi still snuggled up to you he picks the first movie he sees and sits down, scratching the dog behind the ear as the movie begins.

Every now and then the two of you make a comment about what you’re watching, but over time your get quieter and soon enough Zelo notes you’re asleep. He can’t help but smile at how peaceful you look. He bites his lip, unsure if he should wake you or not. You must be exhausted to have fallen asleep so he lets you rest and continues watching the movie.

Or he tries to.

He doesn’t want to be creepy, but he can’t help but look over at you and feel content to have you here. The two of you go so well together, and even Mochi loves you. He reminds himself that you’re sixteen. Underage. He can’t do anything. And he won’t. Although, maybe it’s time to be honest with you about his feelings.

Before he can think on things, Mochi jumps up to be at alert, ears twitching from whatever he may have heard. It’s a few seconds later that he begins barking. “Sh, sh, stop barking!” Zelo whispers, but it’s too late, you’re already starting to sit up.

“Hey, quiet,” you mumble, making Mochi look at you before barking and rushing off to the living room.

“Sorry, he must have heard something outside,” Zelo apologizes.

“I’ll forgive you since it must be hard being a single parent,” you give a sleepy laugh as Mochi comes running back. You reach out to pet him. “Do we need to find your dad a date so you can have another parent?”

“You’re his other parent,” Zelo says without thinking about it. His eyes go wide as his words sink in. He quickly fumbles to add, “I mean, um, you’re like another parent to him when you’re here. Not that you’re my date or anything...not that I wouldn’t want you to be. I actually do really like you...but...I’m sorry..” He looks at his bedsheets, trying to avoid further embarrassment.

“I would...I would love to be Mochi’s parent,” you say softly, making him look at you quickly. “I’ve come to like you too...i mean, I liked you when I was just a fan...but you started talking to me and I realized it was more than a fan love. But I didn’t want to say anything to make our friendship weird. I didn’t think you could ever feel the same for someone like me, especially since I know I’m underage. I know that means nothing can happen between us, but I really hope we can stay friends if that’s okay with you. If it’s not I can just go and we can forget everything.”

“Why wouldn’t I like someone like you?” Zelo asks slowly.

All you do is shrug, your cheeks turning red as you keep petting Mochi. A silence falls between the two of you as both of your minds race for what this means for the two of you now.

“_______________, I don’t want to stop being friends with you. I know we can’t date now, but I want to someday. And I’m willing to wait for you. You don’t have to do the same, and if it makes you uncomfortable I can try to move on and just be your friend...or even if that’s too weird, I guess we can both move on. But I would love to see where this can go, because I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Junhong, you can’t be serious? Do you know how many other great people are out there?!”

“I’m serious. There are nice people out there, but they aren’t you. You’ve handled my busy life already. You’ve met some of my family and I’ve met yours. Sometimes we’re already like a couple, even if we’ve only known each other eight months. You don’t have to wait for me in return, but I’m going to.”

“Of course I would wait for you. I’m happiest when I get to talk with you. And when i see you, it’s like home,” you blush. You purse your lips before you hold up your hand with your pinky out. “I promise that I will wait for the day that I can be with you. Until that day, I will remain your friend. If something changes, I promise to discuss it with you so that we can figure it out together..”

Zelo smiles, curling his pinky around yours, “I promise to wait for the day I can be with you. Until that day, I will remain your friend. If something changes, or if there are any rumors, I promise to discuss it with you so that we can figure it out together.”

The two of you do a small shake, sealing the promise. Before you can pull your hand away, Zelo uses it to gently to pull you into his arms, careful so you don’t fall on top of Mochi. “I hope the time passes quickly,” he admits.

“Me too, me too,” you smile, shifting to hug him better. You stay like that for a moment before you sigh. “I should be headed home.”

“We’ll walk you,” Zelo offers as you pull away. He quickly latches Mochi’s leash before putting on his shoes.

“Thank you for today,” you say as you start walking. “And for walking me home.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for inviting me out,” he tells you, cautiously lacing his free hand with yours. “Can you make me one more promise?”

“What is it?”

“That if anything ever makes you uncomfortable you’ll tell me. I won’t kiss you or anything until you’re of age...but if holding your hand or a hug feels like too much, tell me?”

“Only if you do the same.”

“I will.”

“Then I will too,” you squeeze his hand. The rest of the walk is filled with casual conversation and when the three of you arrive at your front door, he squeezes your hand again as you say goodbye. He doesn’t leave until he’s sure you’re inside.

“You okay to make a pit stop?” Zelo asks, and Mochi simply keeps walking. It doesn’t take long for them to reach the studio. He sends his mom a message so she doesn’t worry and sends you a message assuring you he’s safe. With that out of the way, he carefully ties Mochi to a seat leg before settling down at the equipment and getting to work. He takes a few breaks to respond to messages and make sure Mochi is alright.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish the small ballad, but he gives it at least four playthroughs before calling it done. It’s the fastest he’s ever made a song, but he wanted to commemorate the events of the day. He burns the audio to a CD as well as emails himself a copy for safe keeping on his own laptop at home. He’s unsure if he should send it to you, not wanting to overwhelm you. Ultimately decides it can be surprise for when you’re finally of age.

“Yeah, I noticed Daehyun patting Jongup’s butt when I tried to get your attention once since I thought you were looking my way,” you explained. “I try to see what else I can notice every game before the pregame performance.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, have to do something to pass the time,” you shrug.

“I suppose,” he gives a thoughtful nod.

“And it’s my theory that there will be something different for homecoming.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see. So that means you’ll be at the game?” There’s a hint of hope in his voice that makes you smile. Sometimes he’s too cute.

“Of course silly, I have to perform with the band, remember?”

“Right, but will you be staying the entire game?” He clarifies.

“Yeah, Eujin and some of the other girls from the band,” you explain.

A smile forms on Junhong’s face, “That’s good.”

You’re about to question what he means when the English teacher walks in to begin lecture. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you talk so much before class. Junhong was always in your grade, and you’d spoken to each other a few times, mainly about whatever class you were in over the years. But ever since you worked on a project with him last year, he seemed to talk with you more and this class allowed you to get even closer.

The conversation is soon forgotten as you take notes and participate in discussion. When the bell rings, you tell Junhong you’ll be cheering him on later tonight. “Thank you. I’ll see you around,” he says as the two of you part ways.

It wasn’t until near the end of lunch you spotted Junhong walking toward your table. “Hello Junhong,” Hyosung pipes up as she spots his approach. The conversation dies down as he stops at the table.

“Hello everyone,” he gives a shy smile. You aren’t sure what he makes of this until he looks at Euijin, “Can I talk with you?”

“Sure.”

With that the two of you them walk away and you can’t help but smile after them. “What are you thinking about?” Zinger asks, poking you lightly.

“I think he’s going to ask her to the homecoming dance. They’ve been neighbors forever you know so it makes sense.”

“Maybe,” Zinger shrugs before conversation resumes. You don’t get to hear what happens between Junhong and Euijin since the bell rings and you have to head to your next class.

At the end of the day your friend group meets up and naturally you can’t help but ask. “Oh no, he just wanted to discuss the anatomy quiz that we got back,” she tells you.

“Oh,” is all you can say before your group heads to the small festivities outside. You play a few of the little games that have been set up, spending most of your time playing giant jenga with your friends. Eventually you all buy some food that’s available and settle down. “______________!” A voice calls out.

You glance over to see some of the football team headed your way. “Hey Himchan,” you greet him directly since he’s the one who spoke to you. Himchan is probably one of the nicest guys you know. You remembered being so surprised when you met him in band. You would bet anything that he was going to be voted “most popular” or “friend to all”.

“Enjoying homecoming?”

“Yes. Are all of you?”

“Of course, though it will be better once we officially have our victory tonight.”

“Well if you’ve done all your rituals you’ll be fine,” you tease.

“Oh so you know about those?” Daehyun raises an eyebrow, glancing at Junhong.

“I haven’t told her any!” The youngest defends himself quickly.

“I’ve just spotted a few while being on the sideline,” you back him up.

“And the obvious ones, like giving out your jersey,” Hyosung adds, gesturing over to a small crowd of girls in different jerseys.

“You mean the one every lady dreams about,” Himchan winks. “I’m afraid I already handed mine off.”

“Himchan, stop being such a flirt,” Yongguk groans. “We just wanted to make sure you guys were having a good time. Hopefully you enjoy the game later.”

“Only if you guys win,” Nahyun teases.

“Make sure you do all the rituals,” Euijin tells them.

“We’ll make sure it gets done,” Youngjae promises, putting an arm around Junhong who gives a slow nod. Before anything more can be said, the guys head off. With that encounter over, your group finishes eating before you, Euijin, Zinger, and Sumin head to the band room to get your uniforms on and everything set up.

“Have a good performance,” Junhong tells you as he passes by.

“Have a good game,” you call after him.

“Our quarterback better have a good game,” Youngjae teases as he walks passed.

“Be nice,” Jongup tells the elder, and you hear the two bickering as they head down the hall.

Soon enough, you’re warming up before you take Himchan’s instrument from him so he can head to the football field. Ten minutes later, the band marches out and stands at the sideline, waiting for the clock to reach one minute.

“Anything new so far?” Euijin whispers to you.

Your attention goes to the football players to watch. You catch the usual at first, only noting Youngjae bouncing up and down slightly, only stopping when Daehyun whispered something to him. After chest bumping with Yongguk, Himchan moves to take his instrument back and get into his place. With 1:30 left on the count down you watch as Junhong fidgets before springing one of his curls. You can tell he’s nervous by rapid blinking but what shocks you is that you only count nine springs before his helmet is on.

You want to call out to him. Even if the superstition seems silly, you know it's something that matters to him and the team. There's nothing you can do as you start to march with the band. Maybe if he doesn't know it won’t matter. And so you play the pregames songs before the band marches toward the end zone to watch the game and play the school song every touchdown. Instead of playing,  most of the first quarter is spent standing around wincing every time Junhong is sacked. The team managed one touchdown, but the other school was doing much better. “This is bad...” Sumin whispers and all you can do is nod as there's a time out.

You wish you could go and tell Junhong to finish his ritual, but you can't interrupt.

The second quarter is better. At the start of halftime the score is 28-14 in favor of the other school. You hand Himchan his instrument before getting into your place on the field. Your body easily moves to the music allowing for a smooth performance as the crowd cheers after each song. You march off the field, spotting the football team waiting for Himchan and cheering him on. Your eyes land on a tired looking Junhong.

Now was your chance.

“Take Himchan's stuff,” you tell Euijin. Before she can ask questions you're rushing off. “Junhong!” You call out as he starts to walk away.

“______________?” Junhong asks as turns to see you mildly out of breath.

Without a word, you reach up and gently pull down a blond curl and release it so it gives a small bounce. “Ten,” you declare. “Your ritual is complete. Now nothing can stand in your way. Please stay safe out there please.”

A grin spreads on his face. “Thank you.”

You give a small nod, about to walk away when he licks his lips nervously. “Wait, there's one other ritual I need to take care of...and I should have earlier but I was nervous.”

“JUNHONG, LET'S GO!” His coach shouts.

“Euijin has something for you...if you accept it. I’ll explain more later. I hope to see you after the game,” Junhong says quickly before runs off, leaving you confused as you head to the locker room to change out of your uniform.

“What was that about?” Euijin asks as the two of you change.

“I wanted to give him some pep by helping him finish a ritual. He mentioned that you had something for me?”

She smiles at you and reaches into her bag. She quickly lets the small bundle drape down to reveal Junhong’s jerseys. You feel your jaw drop. You have so many questions. “Are...are you serious?”

“Yes, he asked me to hang onto it for him for you when he flaked out on his chance in class. He thought I could slip it to you somehow but I'm glad he did something since I had no ideas,” she laughs as you slowly take it from her.

“He was going to ask me earlier?”

“He’s been trying to get the courage all week apparently,” Euijin explains. “But that's something you'll have to discuss with him.”

“Right,” you nod, slipping the jersey over your warmer clothing. “Let’s go find the others.”

“Oh my gosh, it's finally happened?” Sumin questions upon seeing you.

“He might just be giving it to me as a friend. Don't get ahead of yourself,” you tell her quickly. You still can't believe he wanted you in his jersey, let alone that it meant he had feelings for you.

The other two girls are quiet as the three of you head to the stadium. As soon as you enter the area you see the offense heading onto the field. “Go Junhong!” You shout as long as you can.

He looks for the source of the shout and finds you. Even though he has his helmet on you can see him smiling before he gets onto the field. As you find Hyosung and the others they each make a small comment on what you're wearing before the ball is hiked. Junhong quickly throws to Yongguk, who narrowly avoids being tackled. He makes it to the 20 yard line before he gets forced out of bounds.

The game continues with your school's team doing much better. Your group cheers loudly, especially after every touchdown. The team claims a victory with 56 points while the rivals had 30. Both teams shake hands before the rival school leaves, allowing for friends and family to go onto the field.

“Go talk to him,” Hyosung nudges you.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you insist as you stand up and head down the bleachers. You weave through the crowds, occasionally waving to people you know or saying something in passing.

Junhong is chatting with someone when you get closer so you wait off to the side so you don’t disturb them. It doesn’t take long for him to spot, a smile already forming. He says something to the other person before moving toward you.

“Good game, I’m glad your luck changed,” you start.

“Thanks to you,” he nods.

“I didn’t really didn’t have anything to do with your skills. You just seemed distracted before the game even began.”

“Well, I was,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

You can tell he’s nervous as he tries to think of how to word whatever he wants to tell you. So you wait, giving him some time.

“I just wanted to do things properly,” he starts. “You deserve that...but everything I thought of didn’t feel good enough or if it would make you uncomfortable...so I got scared. I feel embarrassed to admit that,” he gives a nervous chuckle. “Every time we would talk I told myself to just ask simply. I just couldn’t get the words to come out. So I asked Euijin if she would help give you the jersey...and then maybe we would get the chance to talk like this.

So when the game started I felt sor of guilty that I didn’t do things myself. That maybe you wouldn’t accept Euijin giving it to you. That by breaking a homecoming ritual, we would lose...and then we were losing, until you came over to me. I was going to tell you then, but well you know how coach wanted me to hurry. So the nerves got a bit better, until I saw you cheering for me. And then I felt like I could do anything.

“_____________________, I know it’s short notice now so I understand if you say no, but would you go to the homecoming dance with me tomorrow night?”

The racing pace of your heart seems to stop as your jaw drops at his words. “I would be honored,” you manage after a moment of collecting yourself. “But, I already promised the others that I would get ready and have dinner with friends...so I’ll have to ask them if you want to do anything beforehand.”

“Anything you want,” he assures. “Just let me know once it’s settled.”

“I will.”

“And if we don’t get dinner together beforehand we can do that another time.”

“Are you already asking me on a second date?” You ask in complete awe, only to feel nervous after the words registered in your mind. You didn’t want him to feel pressure that you assumed this was leading to anything more than just friends going to a dance together.

“I hope there can be many dates...and that you will official go out with me,” he admits bashfully. He didn’t want to ask you out until he was sure you weren’t going to the dance with someone else.

An excited squeal is let out as you wrap your arms around him. “I would love to.”

Junhong doesn’t say anything as he puts his arms around, only to jump when there’s a loud shout of “IT’S ABOUT TIME!” from Youngjae and Daehyun.

Your friends let out a bit of laughter as you feel yourself blushing with Junhong. “Let’s get a picture of you two. ____________, give me your phone,” Euijin holds out her hand. You quickly do as she asks before you and Junhong stand in a better pose for the photo. She snaps a few before handing you the device.

“If you want he can join us for dinner before the dance,” Nahyun offers.

“If you don’t mind, I would like that” Junhong comments.

“I would like that,” you nod.

“Now, we should go celebrate this victory!” Himchan cheers. “Let’s get changed guys.”

“Not funny, just because he’s an idol and you worry he’s going to cheat doesn’t mean he is,” you sent the message quickly. Junhong wouldn’t do that to you, he was always so sweet. Sure, the two of you had fights, and he was usually busy with work and catching up on his academics, but cheating? You just couldn’t see him doing that; ever.

You saw your phone’s screen light up as it loaded the picture message you were getting. Soon your alert tone went off to alert you that you received a message, but you already knew that since you watched the little bar load. You opened the message only to drop your phone after you looked at the photo. Junhong was indeed walking with another girl and her arm was locked with his. You sat in shock and denial before your alert tone went off causing you to jump as though it were gunfire. Your hand shook slightly as you grabbed it to open the next picture message and once again you dropped the phone after making out the somewhat dark image of the mysterious girl standing on her tiptoes, her arms around your boyfriends neck as they kissed. Your eyes watered as the nightmare was confirmed.

When the next text came it was an apology from your friend, who was now trying to comfort you, “I’m so sorry, __________, I saw them as I was heading to work the late-shift...and I just didn’t want him going behind your back anymore. We can beat him up together if you want, okay? I love you.”

You set the phone down and hugged your knees to your chest as you sobbed. How could he do this to you? Just forget about you completely and be with someone else when he kept promising to do something special for you today. Some idea of special you- your mind came up with a long string of curse words about Choi Junhong as you kept sobbing. You were so engrossed in your mental yelling you didn’t hear the door open.

Junhong set his box containing dessert down on the table before he took off his shoes, ready to lay down and sleep with you beside him since he was sure you were fast asleep by now. Instead he found you sobbing on the couch. “Jughi?” He asked softly but you sobbed harder, thinking it was some memory of the happy times haunting you. That was when you felt arms wrap around your waist and then you were being moved. You looked up to see the face of your boyfriend, actually your ex-boyfriend because you had to end it. You knew you had to and it killed you because you’d been happy and in love, plus the concern in his eyes was making it hard to believe he did what he did. “Jughi, what’s the matter?”

“Like you don’t know,” you choked as you turned your face away from him so he couldn’t wipe your tears away like he tried to do.

“I know, I know I messed up. It’s just, the guys wanted to finish what we were working on and my phone was dead so I couldn’t tell you. I messed up on your birthday, but I swear i’ll make it up to you. I have the entire weekend off so I will spend it all with you doing anything you want, okay?”

Without looking at him, you pulled his arms off your waist and stood up. “go spend it all with her,” you hissed.

“Her? Jughi, what are you-?”

“Stop!” You cut him off with your yell as you spun to face him. There were more tears in your eyes now so you couldn’t see him clearly and that was good. It would make things easier. “I know what you did. How long? How long have you been sneaking behind my back to be with her?! Why wasn’t I enough for you? I’ve dealt with everything! The fans calling you theirs because it’s what fans do, but all I want to do at times is scream that you’re mine! I can’t though because of the press, and I understood that and hid from them. I was fine all the times you left to tour because it’s your dream and your job. Were there others when you went away too or was it just this one? It doesn’t really matter, but I can’t deal with what you did.” You were breathless by the time you finished what you were sure was only the beginning of your yelling.

“Others? Jagiya, what are you talking about?” Junhong asked you and you felt ready to smack him for trying to play stupid.

You found yourself laughing as you blinked with your tears. “Stop playing stupid, you can just confess to it instead of making things worse.”

“I told you what happened though, we were working and wanted to keep going since it was going well,” Junhong said slowly, trying to figure out how to calm you down.

“And what exactly were you working on?”

“Our next music video-”

“LIAR!” You screamed and grabbed your phone to show him the photos your friend sent. “I didn’t know that the new word for cheating was ‘music video’. I thought you loved me, but I guess not. Thank you for such a lovely birthday; it’s been very special like you promised,” you turned away from him to go to your room, but you felt him grab your wrist. “Leave me alone. Get your things and get out. I’m sure she’ll be happy to have you stay with her,” you pulled your wrist away from him.

“____________-ah, please,” Junhong took your wrist again as he had tears forming in his own eyes.

“Don’t,” you warned.

He moved to stand in front of you so you could see the distress in his features. “It’s not what you think.”

“Isn’t that what they always say?” You retorted.

“But it’s true! Just listen to me,” he collapsed to his knees in front of you, taking both your hands as he looked at the floor for a moment.

“I can’t trust what you say, you’re a liar now.”

At this his head snapped up so he could look at you. “N-no, I swear- I swear that everything I told you is true. I really was working on our music video, I can take you to TS in the morning and show you everything we worked on. The photos, that was just acting for the plotline. The girl in that photo is an actress who is playing my friend that I end up confessing to. It was just supposed to be like that, but the director decided to have us kiss afterward. I asked him to reconsider since I had a girlfriend, but everyone insisted. I was going to tell you in the morning so you knew. I would never do anything to hurt you, I even tried to have you play the role, but the manager said it was too risky. People would follow you and question you, but she’s already a well known backup dancer so we could explain where she came from. This wasn’t supposed to happen,” his voice cracked a few times through his explanation. He held your hands tightly as he looked up at you with his watery eyes. “I don’t want to lose you over this. I do love you, ___________-ah, only you.”

You felt your chest clench, everything he told you seemed so true...but you were still scared. He could have anyone anytime. “Junhong,” you said after a moment, “I love you too...but I know there are people who would do anything to have you and there are better people out there-”

“I only want you. There’s no one better. Please, don’t leave me.”

“I-I still want to see it tomorrow, the music video I mean,” you admitted.

“I understand, we can go right in the morning, and then we can spend all weekend together if that’s what you want. I know I messed up, and I’m going to make up for it when you’re ready to let me. I had something special planned, I really did...it’s all just gone so wrong.”

“What was your plan?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I was going come make you one of your favorite meals, and then I’d bring out the dessert the hyungs helped me prepare before we started working; they wanted to do something for you too. I had a gift for you as well...but I doubt you want it now,” Junhong said the last few words softly.

You sighed, still upset and conflicted. “We’ll see, for now I’m going to bed and you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Ok,” he nodded and let your hands go slowly and watched you go into your room.

The next morning you woke up and dragged yourself out of bed to find Junhong making breakfast that consisted of toast and eggs. You sat down without a word and began to eat. “We can go as soon as you’re ready,” he tells you softly so you nod as  you continue to eat until you’re finished.

After you’d showered and dressed you headed to the TS building with Junhong. The walk was completely silent, but it gave you a little more time to think before you reached the building and followed him to a room. After a few minutes an employee that you assumed was the film editor entered and turned on the computer. “There’s not much too it yet, but I can show you whatever it is you need to see.”

“Everything from last night please,” Junhong asked politely.

With a nod the editor focused on the screen, clicking a few things occasionally before announcing the footage was playing. You watched closely as a few shots of the group dancing played before bits of Yongguk and his actress wife showed. Apparently this video was showing different stages and types of love. Mixed in where a few behind the scenes and then along’s things came up. You felt your chest tighten as you watched him walking down the street with the actress before going to a door and shyly pretending to confess, only to mess up. The next take was done and completely successful before it cut to a behind the scenes of Daehyun interviewing your boyfriend. “So how does our little Zelo feel about his new kiss scene?”

“Minhyo noona is nice...but I feel too nervous to do it. I don’t want to,” Junhong admitted bashfully. “I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea....”

You knew he meant the fans, and you. He’d been telling you the truth last night, and now you felt guilty for not trusting him. Slowly, you looked at him and after a second he looked at you as well before you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “I thought-I thought you were lying last night; that you were really cheating. I couldn’t help it,” you whispered.

He stroked your hair. “It was a normal reaction to have with what you saw. I’m sorry you had to have those thoughts.I’ll make up for it, I promise.”

“You’re not mad I didn’t trust you?” You pulled away from him to see his expression.

“No, because I know that you’re worry about it, and you saw pictures. To be honest, I’ve had the same worries since i’m not around often...you could easily find someone when I’m gone.”

“No I couldn’t.”

“Yes, you could because you’re the best person in the world and I’m lucky to have you. So now,” he stood up and held out his hand, “how about I work to make up for this so we can forget this?”

“I’d like that,” you felt yourself smile as you took his hand so he could lead you home to give you the meal he was going to make last night, followed by the dessert before asking you to close your eyes.

“I know we’re working past what happened...but I still want to give you this,” you heard him tell you softly. “I hope you know how much I love you and that I always will. I know I’m not around much, but I hope this is something that will always have me close to you.” You felt him take your hand before something was slid onto your finger and then his lips pressed against your knuckle. “You can open your eyes now.”

You sit watching in no particular order so eventually you come across the fancam of Jongup and Junhong dancing. It wasn't great quality since the person had been overly excited and shaking but you see well enough. You can't help but chuckle as Jongup lifted his shirt to reveal his abs and make the fans die from "the feels". Shortly after you see Junhong hold up a finger as if to tell the fans to wait before he takes ahold of his white t-shirt and little before dropping it.

You sit there in disbelief for a second before going back and rewatching. "Junhong, don't tease everyone like that!" You scold the screen even though you aren't sure if you wanted him to reveal himself to the world when you yourself haven't seen it yet. "You know what you do to us, don't you? Do you WANT to kill us?"

"Who wants to kill us?" A familiar voice asks, making you jump.

"Omo! You scared me," you breathe. "I wasn't expecting you to visit when you're so busy...."

"Aigoo, I had to see my sweet ______-ah! Come give me a hug," he holds up his arms for you to run into but you don't  move, wanting to tease him. "I thought you missed me," he pouted.

"I did," you glance back at the screen. "But I want to play hard to get too," you refer to the Shim Shim Tapa interview you managed to hear a few weeks ago.

"But that's not how it works, someone has to chase the person that's hard to get!" Junhong protests as he comes by you, wrapping you in his arms. "And now I've already caught you~" You start to struggle away but his arms remain tightly around you. “Why are you teasing like this, hm?”

“Because you tease all the time!” You blurt out before turning red.

Junhong looks at you,then at the screen, which still shows the fancam of the dance he did with Jongup. “Aigoo, so cute that you’re watching!” he smiled before kissing your cheek,

“Yah! That’s not what we’re talking about here! Why did you  have to tease us all like that! I wanted to see,” you find yourself pouting.

“So you want me to show everyone in the world next time?”

“No, just don’t tease them! You know what you do to the fans, huh? You make their emotions go insane! Anyway, only I get to see you...eventually.”

“Aw, it was just the one time.”

“Nu-uh! There are lots of occasions where you seem to know what you’re doing. Like during the behind the scenes of Power where you licked your bottom lip! I can’t even imagine how the fans who aren’t as lucky as me feel because you can get frustrating, you know that?!”

Junhong lets you go and frowns. “Does this really bother you?” He asks but before you can answer he moves away toward the bedroom to go pout. “I’ll just leave you alone then,” he does his best to make it seem like he’s truly upset when he’s not. Knowing that, you turn and continue watching some fancams from the show.

About six minutes later you dash into the bedroom where Junhong is curled up under the blankets, ready for a nap. “What are you-?” He begins as you jump down beside him and hold him close. You’re almost cradling his head as you gently stroke his hair.

“It’s okay, Junhonggie! Don’t cry, I don’t want to see you cry!” You whimper as tears threaten to fall.

“I wasn’t crying...I was only pretending to be upset,” he blinks.

“I love you so much and you make me proud everyday, okay? you make me chase my dreams all the time and, well, I got you so that’s one dream I’ve gotten. I wish I’d have been there to comfort you. i should’ve been there! I’m sure you, B.A.P’s Zelo, make your parents and hyungs proud everyday too! We love you too.”

“...you saw my letter, didn't you?”

“Yes!” You exclaim as you keep holding him close. “I’ll make you feel all better, ok?” You tell him.

“I’m fine now, just let me go for a minute,” he coaxes you so you do.”Now stand up,” he tells you and you do, allowing him to lift the blankets. “Lay here,” he pats the spot beside him so you quickly occupy it and hug him around the waist as the blanket rests over the two of you.

“I’m sorry I overreacted before,” you whisper as the tears slowly fall.

“Shh, I understand. I just like teasing but for you I’ll behave.”

“Are you sure you’re okay now?”

“I’m very sure i’m okay because I have you in my arms,” Junhong smiles and kisses your forehead before gently kissing your nose and lastly your lips. It’s a short delicate kiss but it gets the butterflies in your stomach going. “Saranghae __________”

“Nado saranghae Junhong,” you smile and give him another kiss before curling close to him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too. Let’s just lay here a  little while longer before we go get some ice cream, arasso?”

“Arasso,” you nuzzle against his chest happily before an idea pops into your head and you gently pull back. Carefully, without him noticing, you look under the blanket and slowly lift his shirt just enough to see his stomach.

“Yah! What are you doing?” He chuckles.

“...just seeing what’s mine. I see a little muscle forming,” you muse as you look up at his face.

“I’ll get more soon!”

“I know, I know, just be sure to show me then.”