Written By J. One

✯ I have a ton of fic ideas, but lack free time or motivation - I either write 5k words in one go or I open my laptop and stare at it for hours. ✯ I try to get a few chapters written before I post a fic, but most times I write out of order and have chapters finished that actually should be chapter 13 instead of chapter 3. ✭ Still trying to find my 'writing style', honestly I'm just here for fun and stepping out of my comfort zone by actually sharing these with everyone. I usually write for my eyes only but lately I've been feeling inspired to share. ✯ I write, draw, paint, cook and over-complicate all of my projects. ✯ my favorite groups are: ✵ Ateez ✵ Stray Kids ✵ Xdinary Heroes ✵ GOT7 ✵ the rose ✵ P1harmony ✵ I like some Enhypen songs ✵ and while I don't listen to BTS, I love them as people ✯ I am awkward, cannot start a conversation to save my life so if you want to be mutuals/talk just send a message or an ask ❤

Mingi stared up at the menu, he wasn't sure what he wanted. Thankfully it was a taste of home, a Korean restaurant. But the real question is would it be good? Sure, he could have stayed with the others and ate pizza, but… well, he doesn't really know why he didn't, he just felt like coming here.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking over the menu for what felt like the hundredth time. They had Korean staples like bibimbap, samgyetang, various mandu, fried chicken, and of course tteokbokki. But there were dishes that seemed to be Korean-American fusions, like bulgogi and galbi tacos, kimchi cheese fries, kimchi mac and cheese, and a bulgogi cheesesteak, whatever that is. Everything was written in english or romanized, not a single korean character on the menu, it made him feel like a tourist in his own culture.

Maybe he should just go back and have pizza, this was too stressful. He never liked going to restaurants alone, usually he’s with one of the members or he’s with management. Being alone was awkward. He sighed as he crossed his arms. If he walked out without ordering anything they might think he was weird. But if he just keeps standing here and staring at the menu they might think he’s even weirder.

Y/n walked through the door to her go to restaurant when she’s too lazy to cook or doesn't have anything. She needed to go grocery shopping, but it’ll have to wait until Wednesday. She had dropped Bub at home after she finished locking up when Seonghwa left. She had spent a few minutes perfecting his hilt design before starting her 3D printer, it wouldn’t be ready by tomorrow, but he apparently didn’t care. He just wanted to see her, and that made her heart do weird things.

She looked around, the restaurant wasn’t busy, it never really was, maybe three tables and some people waiting in line, normal for dinner time on a Monday. She stood behind a tall man in a beanie, his head tilted to the side as he read the menu. It was cute how he looked slightly confused with the menu. She decided to be a kind stranger and offer unwanted assistance.

“The galbi tacos are actually pretty good,” she said softly.

Mingi jumped slightly, his shoulders tensing. He turned and looked down at her, his eyes wide from shock. She was smiling at him, a genuine and kind smile. She wasn’t staring at him like he was a celebrity, she looked at him like he was a friend and not a total stranger. His shoulders loosened. 

“I… sorry?” 

Y/n glanced toward the menu as she stepped closer to him. “The bulgogi cheesesteak is kinda gimmicky, and its… It's not that great.” she chuckled. “But if you’re looking for something that actually makes you enjoy what you’re eating, skip the fusion stuff in general.”

Mingi nodded his head. “The fusion… it’s not good?” 

“I mean, it’s fun, but since you’re staring at the menu like it’s a math problem, I'm assuming you want something better.” She rested her hands on her hips and looked over the menu. “So what are you craving? Savory? Spicy? Stew maybe?”

Mingi pursed his lips. “I just… I want something that feels… like home? Everything here is so westernized.. It hurt my brain. ‘M overthinking.” a light blush creeping up his neck.

Y/n nodded in understanding. “I get it. Let’s see…” she pursed her lips in thought. “I can recommend the Kkanpunggi. It's really good. Or a personal favorite is the yangnyeon chicken, it’s my go to.”

Mingi looked at her, his eyebrows raised slightly. “Yeah? How about the Jjimdak?” 

Y/n pursed her lips. "I've had it once or twice. It's good.” She shrugged. "Their Haejangguk is good too, very rich in flavor, but kind of spicy.”

"I can't handle spicy well,” Mingi laughed, he looked back at the menu, his arm brushing against hers. He likes to think he’s not a complete wuss when it comes to spicy food, but sometimes restaurants take the spice too far and it ends up burning your mouth and tasting awful. 

"Well, in that case try the daeji bulgogi,” she pointed to the menu. "They don't make it that spicy unless you ask and you get to choose 2 banchans.”

Mingi nodded. “Daeji bulgogi. Okay, thank you.” he smiled.

“Don’t mention it.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “If you need to take a few to decide your sides the guy at the register is usually pretty patient, even if you need to stare at the menu for a few more minutes.” 

Mingi chuckled, his face heating up. “I’m just… terrible at choosing. My friends usually order for the table so I don't spend an hour in front of the menu.”

Y/n laughed lightly, and mingi’s heart did an unfamiliar flutter.

“Well, consider me your temporary food friend.” she joked. “My side recommendations are gamja jorin, oi muchim and of course kimchi.”

As they reached the counter, the cashier gave them a rehearsed smile. “Hi guys! What can we get ya?” his eyes focused on Mingi.

Mingi felt the familiar spike of nerves, his order instantly leaving his mind. He glanced towards Y/n who smiled at him, and he felt his nerves melt away. “Um, one daeji bulgogi, not too spicy. Um, and some gamja jorim and kongnamul muchim.” he ordered, finding his confidence. “And one yangnyeon chicken, with kimchi and oi muchim.”

Y/n looked up at him, she didn’t expect him to order for her. The cashier told them the total and Mingi instantly tapped his phone against the card reader. Y/n’s eyes widened, he ordered for her and paid for her, she’s a complete stranger, they don’t even know each other's names.

The cashier handed Mingi the receipt and handed him a buzzer to signal when his food was done. 

“You didn’t have to order and pay for me.” Y/n said as they stepped away from the counter.

Mingi shrugged. “I did it as a thank you for helping me figure out what I wanted.” he chuckled. That was his main reason, but after doing it he liked seeing the surprised look on her face and the faint blush on her cheeks.

Y/n shook her head. “At least give me the receipt and let me pay for mine.” She reached towards his hand to grab the slip of paper, but he pulled his arm out of her reach. “Dude, come on,” she laughed lightly.

“That’s not necessary,” he fully extended his arm above his head, yeah there was no way she was reaching that. “If you really want to ‘pay me back’... Would you like to just eat with me?” Mingi asked.

Y/n ‘s cheeks burned, he wanted to eat with her as well? “W-well, if i agree can i at least know your name?”

“My name is Mingi,” he held his hand out to her.

“Y/n.” she shook it, his big hand engulfing hers.

The two of them sat down at a table near the window, neither of them really knowing where to go from here. Mingi looked out the window, his eyes finding their apartment building. If only the group knew that he was basically having a dinner date with a beautiful girl. His cheeks burned. Why do you think this is a date? You forcibly paid for her dinner and basically used it as leverage to get her to eat with you.

“So… Mingi, where ya from?” she nervously picked at her nails under the table, she doesn't know why she’s so nervous. Maybe it was because Mingi was very attractive and this kinda seemed like a date. Complete strangers to first date in the span of 10 minutes.

“Korea. I was born in Bucheon-si, but currently I'm in Seoul." He smiled. “Have you ever been?”

“To Korea? No.” she shook her head. “I haven’t even left this state.”

Mingi tilted his head. “Why not? I mean, you don’t have to… go international. Never had a vacation? California is pretty cool.”

Y/n shook her head. “No, my family didn’t really have the money to do that kind of stuff. And when I got older I began working and going to school so I couldn't do it either.” she shrugged. “But it’s okay, I don't like traveling alone anyways.”

Mingi nodded. “Well, if you ever get the chance, I recommend going to Lotte World. It’s very.. Fun. if you like rides.”

“I do.” she nodded. “But it’d be a little strange going to an amusement park by myself.” 

“I’ll go with you.” he blurted. Why did you say that? You know that you can’t do that without the media having a field day, imagine the rumors. KQ wouldn’t let you go anywhere by yourself for months until it died down. 

“Got it. If I'm ever in Korea, find Mingi and go to Lotte World.” she laughed. “You’ll be easy to spot that’s for sure.”

“What do you mean?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Mingi, you’re like 6’1… the average height for a male in Korea is what… 5’7? You probably tower over everyone.” 

Mingi laughed, he towered over most people, besides Yunho that is. “I do. But there are people taller than me. I just look really tall because I am big.” he motioned to his wide shoulders. “My legs are also… thick? I think that's the right word.”

“Mmm.” she nodded, folding her hands under her chin. “Your thighs are thick, but I bet your calves are small.”

His mouth dropped in offense, his ears red. “W-why do you say that?”

“You look like you skip leg day.” she shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips.

“Actually, I skip working out in general.” he chuckled. “I hate it.”

Y/n laughed again, and Mingi smiled wider. He liked her laugh and her smile, she didn’t hide behind her hand like he was used to in Korea, she was just her… unfiltered and unapologetic. It was refreshing and beautiful all at the same time.

“Do you work out?”

She gave him a look that said ‘bitch, do i look like i work out?’ and Mingi laughed loudly. 

“I mean I have been in a gym, but have I done anything in there? No. I was just dropping something off to a friend.” she shrugged. “The day I start working out, just know that I have gone insane and you should put me in an institution.” 

“Sometimes I have to do it for work, but most of the time I just focus on cardio, build my stamina and endurance… I don't like lifting weights or anything like that.” he made a disgusted face. “If I start working out it's completely forced.”

The buzzer went off on the table, signaling that their food was done. Mingi stood up to go get it but an employee was already making her way to the table and set the food down in front of them. She took the buzzer and smiled at the two of them. 

“Enjoy,” she bowed her head slightly.

“Gamsahamnida,” Y/n smiled and nodded a thanks to the waitress.

Mingi mimicked her, his thank you coming out a little more mumbled. The waitress walked away and the two looked at each other, an awkward smile adorning both of their faces.

“Do you want to say a prayer or something before we eat?” 

Mingi raised an eyebrow. “No? Do you?”

“No. I just didn’t know if you usually do that, I didn’t just want to dig in and offend you.” Y/n rambled. “I did once with this guy i was on a date with, my friend set me up with this guy she knew thought we would get along, we didnt… but i started eating when the waiter walked away and he just stared at me and ripped me a new one because I didn’t pray before.” 

Mingi nodded his head, she was talking fast and he couldn’t keep up with what she was saying but he didn’t want to seem rude. He gathered something about a blind date, and said date being rude about not praying before eating. 

“Needless to say there was no second date.” she chuckled.

“Well, I won't be rude to you. Go ahead and eat.” he picked up his chopsticks and so did she. 

The two ate in silence for a few minutes, the sounds in the kitchen, orders being taken, other tables idle conversations, and the soft music playing through the speakers filled the silence comfortably. Mingi felt more relaxed than he had in awhile, right now he didn’t feel like an idol, right now he just felt like a normal guy having dinner with a pretty woman.

“Your pronunciation is real good. You know Korean?" he asked, lifting some food to his mouth.

“A little.” she shrugged. “For work mostly, I kinda rely on google translate or papago… When it comes to the menu here I trust what the owner tells me. He’s a very sweet halbae, gives me extra Hotteok when he can tell I've been having a bad day.” 

Mingi glanced towards the kitchen and saw an older Korean man talking with the chef, he looked at their table and smiled widely and waved. Y/n waved back with a light laugh.

Mingi chuckled and looked back at her. “I’m the same way with English.. But with my work I usually have someone to translate for me.”

“What do you do?” she tilted her head.

Mingi froze for a second. Should he tell her? He liked the feeling of being a normal guy right now, if he told her would she start treating him differently? She definitely didn’t recognize him because she didn’t act like it.. But what if she did and was just playing dumb to get near him? No, she didn’t seem the type. He blinked his eyes twice, she was staring at him waiting for an answer. Fuck. How long have I been silently staring at her?

“Um…” he cleared his throat. “I’m in the music industry, a producer and writer.” which was true, he produced his solo stuff and wrote for the group.

“Nice. I’ve always admired the people that do that kind of stuff.” She set her chopsticks down and took a drink of her drink. “I mean, sure the artist makes the song unique by their voice, but the music is what makes it feel… like home,” she ran her fingers along her glass. “It’s like… the singer is the resident, but the producers and writers… They're the builders. Sure they’re both important to make the song, but someone has to lay the foundation right?”

Mingi stared at her, a strange sensation filling his chest. He had never heard anyone say something so prolific about the behind the scenes of the music industry before. Usually people just told him that the song was great, or that the beat was amazing, but to hear someone admire and acknowledge the work it takes to make a song real, it made him feel seen in a way he had never anticipated. 

“Th.. that’s actually a great way to put it,” he smiled. “I’m going to steal it and use it the next time someone asks me what I do.” 

“Go for it.” she chuckled. 

“So, what do you do for work? You said that you use Korean in your job?” he was genuinely interested in what she does, he wanted to know everything about her. He felt a pull, like the universe meant for them to meet.

“I run a collectibles store down the street,” she glanced out the window, “Four stores that way.” she pointed. 

Mingi followed her finger. His eyes landed on the store across the street from their apartment complex. His eyebrows raised, wasn’t that the one that Seonghwa had went to when they arrived? 

“Oh, nice. Do you own it, or are you just the manager?” he turned back to her.

“I own it. I opened it when I turned twenty, and business has been kind to me for the past five years,” she chuckled. “I think I owe it to the success of things like Stranger Things and the MCU, people are bringing nerd culture back and I love it.” she smiled.

“You seem really passionate about it,” he could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was. It didn’t seem like just a way to make money to her.

“I am,” Y/n nodded. “I did early college classes when I was in high school and I ended up walking away with a bachelor's degree in business because I had no idea what I wanted to do so they just signed me up for random courses.” She shrugged. “But none of the places around my hometown had a good store to buy anything from, nothing like what I sell, so I figured why not make one.” 

Mingi nodded, hanging on to every word she said.

“I buy things from overseas, and get tons of orders from my online store, so that’s where the korean comes in,” she laughed. “I’m not that good, but I’m trying to get better, just lack time. I’ve been very busy trying to fulfill orders, y'know, barely have any downtime.”

Mingi knew what she meant in a way. ATEEZ was always doing something. A tour, recording for an album, promoting an album, recording wanteez, doing interviews, awards shows, brand events… they hardly had time to breathe recently. While they love their jobs and wouldn’t trade it for anything, it's nice to have a break once in a while, and be able to relax without preparing for a schedule the next day. That’s why when the company had said they had a week free the group decided to leave the country just so they couldn't spring any surprise schedules on them. Even though they knew that if it did happen they would, unwillingly, take the 15 hour flight back home.

“I get it,” he rested his hands in his lap. “My job never gives me breaks, I'm always doing something. But… this week I'm off, so I get to relax.”

“Lucky,” she laughed. “I wish I could take a week off, but if I did nothing would get done.”

“Do you have employees?”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, but even with them there I still do the orders and stuff, they just stock the shelves and check people out. Sometimes I'm there by myself, like tonight, but it's only when something comes up and they have to miss their shift.” she shrugged. “When I'm off I'm never really off, y'know? I’m always checking something, an email, a shipment, just making sure everything can run smoothly for the weeks ahead. I always end up in that store at some point on my free days.” she laughed. “But I don't mind, that store is my baby.”

Mingi smiled. She sounded like Hongjoong. She was the captain and her store was ATEEZ. They’d probably get along well, both of them workaholics and don’t know when to take a breather. Mingi admired Hongjoong for sure, he just wished that he knew when to take a break. Be Hongjoong, not the captain. Maybe he’d be able to relax this week.

“You sound like my friend, he’s married to his work too.” he commented, his voice gentle. “It’s rare to find someone passionate about what they do, most people think of their careers as a way to make money, but you’re very passionate and proud.”

Y/n nodded. “I think it’s just the satisfaction of someone finding what they’re looking for. Or even getting it ordered for them.” She looked out the window, a light smile on her lips. “Its also nice to actually talk to someone about the shop. Most people just say ‘aren’t you worried about amazon stealing your business?’”

“Well are you?” Mingi teased.

“Nah,” she shook her head. “Amazon scams people sometimes, and it's hard to tell if you’re getting something authentic. But with the store… you get genuinely licensed products and a friendly human face.” 

Mingi’s eyes roamed her face, the soft lighting from the restaurant paired with the glow from the street lights outside made her look absolutely breathtaking. 

“So,” she looked back at him, “enough about my nerdy store. So since you’re a producer on your week off, what made you come here? We’re a pretty small town, and no one really comes to vacation in the state,” she laughed.

Mingi leaned back in his seat, his fingers absent mindedly playing with the soy sauce bottle on the table. “I’m here with my friends, we’re all busy all the time and we actually all got a break.” he shrugged. “We all chose here because.. Well exactly like you said. A small town in a state no one really visits. It's a nice get away from everything.”

“So you’re absolutely free?” 

“Why? Wanna take me out?” he flirted.

Y/n’s face warmed, a flush climbing up her neck. “I.. i well…” she definitely wouldn’t be opposed to seeing him again. 

Mingi chuckled. He hadn’t expected her to get so flustered, and he definitely didn’t expect her reaction to make his heart flutter. “I'm just.. Just kidding.” he cleared his throat. “Um.. well yeah, we're completely free. Sometimes it feels like our work is… still there. If one of us is working we’re all working, so silence like this… it's a limited luxury.”

“It sounds like a lot of pressure,” she played with her straw.

“It is,” he nodded. “But, it's completely worth it. When… when we’re working, recording, writing… after everything just fits together… there's nothing like it.”  He rested his chin in his hand as he smiled at her. “But this.. Tonight, sitting right here? Not worrying about the lyrics, the bpm… This is nice. More than nice.”

Y/n smiled, Mingi was passionate about his job, that much she knew, but he seemed to really need this break. And she was a little excited that he chose to invite her into his freetime. “Well,” she rested her chin in her hand, smiling up at him, “I’m glad that you chose to eat here then.”

“I’m glad that you chose to walk through those doors, if you hadn’t i’d probably still be staring at the menu.” he chuckled.

Y/n shook her head. “I'm sure you would have figured it out at some point. Or you would have just panicked and left.”

Mingi laughed loudly, not caring if anyone looked at him. “How did you know that I was literally about to walk out of those doors when you came in?” 

“Lucky guess,” she smiled. 

The two resumed their eating, falling into comfortable silence again, shy smiles on their faces. They both felt it, the undeniable chemistry, it felt like they had been friends for a long time. Whether their teasing was playful and friendly, or borderline flirty, they couldn’t decide. Both of them afraid to take the leap and get rejected.

Out of the corner of his eyes Mingi saw movement, he turned his head toward the window and saw two men swaying in tandem. He thought nothing of it until one of them let out an offkey howl. Y/n followed his gaze, a shocked look on her face.

The two men had their arms looped around each other's shoulders as they tried to keep each other upright. One of them gestured widely like he was conducting a symphony that no one could hear. The taller one letting go of his friend and clumsily hopping onto a streetlamp, nearly slipping off the base.

“I’m singing in the rain!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He spun slowly, his movements clumsy and sloppy. “Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feelin’-” he slipped off the lamppost with a laugh.

The funny thing was, it wasn't raining. The sky was completely clear, the stars shining brightly.

Mingi chuckled lightly, his shoulders shaking as he watched them. “A-are they attempting to sing in the rain?”

Y/n nodded, her shoulders also shaking with laughter. “Seems like it. But I don't think they’re Broadway ready yet.”

Mingi watched mesmerized as the two men attempted a synchronized slide maneuver that ended with the both of them in a heap on the sidewalk wheezing with laughter. It honestly made him think of ATEEZ. This seemed like something him and Yunho would do.

“Do you see much of that in Korea?" Y/n chuckled as she turned back to Mingi. 

“Not really,” Mingi shook his head. “We just get really red, and we might stumble from time to time but never sing showtunes in the street. But some of my friends are quite the handful when they’re drunk. Most of them become very affectionate and attention seeking, but some become playfully chaotic. Youngie gets bitey when he’s drunk.” Mingi laughed. 

“How are you when you’re drunk?” 

“Me?” Mingi shrugged. “I’d like to say I am not easily affected by alcohol, but I'd be lying.” he chuckled. “My friends say that I'm loud, and apparently when I'm really drunk I get really sappy. What are you like?”

Y/n shook her head. “I don’t drink. Well, I don't drink enough to get drunk. I usually have one drink and nurse it throughout the night, drinking water in between sips.” she laughed. 

Mingi nodded his head. “You look like the sleepy type. You remind me of my friend, he has one drink and taps out, he gets really sleepy and quiet. I get the vibe from you too.” 

“I do like a good nap,” she laughed.

“Sleep is really important,” Mingi chuckled. His phone vibrated on the table, he glanced down at it. A text from Yunho saying that they were all going to bed so Hongjoong left the key under the doormat because Mingi didn’t take the spare with him. He didn’t realize it was so late.

“Do you have to…?” Y/n looked at him.

Mingi looked up from his phone. “Um.. I.. yeah,” he sighed. He didn’t want to, but the text was basically Yunho saying that the captain was waiting up for him to make sure he got home safe. 

“It’s okay Mingi,” Y/n smiled.

The two of them cleared the table, saying thank you one more time to the staff before leaving. The two drunk friends were long gone, the street practically silent around them. Y/n looked down the street, a smile on her lips. Mingi stared at her, the streetlights illuminating her face. Mingi didn’t want this to be the first and only time he saw her.

“I had a nice time,” he said quietly.

Y/n turned to him. “Me too.” she really did, she couldn’t remember the last time she just had a nice meal and conversation with someone. Also Mingi fit with her banter, he joked back with her, and maybe he was flirting a little. 

Mingi rubbed the back of his neck. “Um… this is… I've never… shibal…” Mingi stuttered, his ears red. 

Y/n chuckled lightly, she thought it was cute that he was so flustered. "Take your time, Mingi, I've got nowhere to be." 

“I was wondering if you're free tomorrow? I kinda want to try the galbi tacos and might need some moral support." He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down the street towards her store, he wondered if she lived in the apartment above it or if she lived farther away. He hoped that maybe they'd bump into each other a few times this week. 

"Mm,” she nodded. "I think I can do that." She smiled. 

“Really?” his eyebrows raised. “R-really?”

Y/n laughed lightly. “Sure, Mingi.”

“Alright, it’s a date. Well, i-it’s not really a date,” he blushed. “Just two people eating dinner together again. Well, that sounds like a date, but it’s not-”

Y/n rested her hand on his bicep. “Okay, Mingi. Stop before you short circuit," she laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a goodnight.”

Mingi smiled softly. “Y-you too. See you tomorrow.”

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Seonghwa rested his head against the window of the car, they finally have a week free from anything, no schedules, no recordings, just a mini vacation… and they all decided to be together instead of visiting family or seeing other friends. He wasn’t bitter that they were all together, he would have declined the invite if he didn't want to spend more time with them.  

He was just tired from the flight, the band had chosen to go to the states for the week, but didn't choose the usual vacation spots like California, New York or Florida, instead they chose a state that they hadn't toured, and seemed quiet enough where they probably wouldn’t get noticed. Plus they were in a big city so there were things to do. There was an amusement park 2 hours away, Mingi and Yunho were really excited about that; there were plenty of malls nearby, Wooyoung claiming he just wanted to be a mallrat like when they were teenagers without the fear of being noticed; a few zoos and aquariums, Yeosang and San really wanted to go to those… So, yeah, plenty of things to do.

“When we get to the apartment I'm probably going to pass out,” San said with a tired pout.

“Woo’s already asleep,” Jongho motioned towards the blond, his cheek smushing against Yunho’s shoulder. “He pretty much slept the whole flight, amazing how he’s still tired.” he laughed.

“I bet you he’ll be up at three in the morning and want someone to do something with him.” Hongjoong said from the driver's seat, his eyes glancing at Wooyoung in the rearview mirror. 

“If he tries to wake me up I am going to kill him. Seven makes one team.” Yeosang muttered as he tiredly looked at his phone, he was sending messages on fromm, not telling ATINY where they were just that the company had given them time off and they chose to spend it somewhere fun.

Seonghwa looked out the window at the city passing by. It was about 6:30 in the evening, so in Korea it’s 7:30 in the morning. He figured everyone was just going to pass out once they got to their rented space, but even though he was tired he wanted to explore, see what was on their street at least.

“I’m hungry,” Mingi mumbled. “Do you think-”

“I’m sure there’s some kind of restaurant nearby,” Yunho chuckled, tiredly. “Or at least a convenience store.”

Hongjoong pulled into the parking lot of their rented apartment building. “Why don’t we all take a little nap, and then we can go get something to eat? Like an hourish? Mingi, there’s snacks in Hwa’s carry on to tide you over until then.” Hongjoong rested his hand on Seonghwa's bag and looked at the older man with a raised eyebrow.

Seonghwa nodded his head, signaling it was okay for him to give the bag to Mingi. Everyone climbed out of the car, stretching their legs as they moved to grab their luggage. 

“WAKE UP, HYUNG!” Jongho shook Wooyoung violently.

“YAH! WHAT THE FUCK!” Wooyoung yelled, pushing the maknae away from him. “I can’t believe you let him do that to me,” the blonde pouted at Yeosang, who was giggling behind his hand.

“I’m sorry, Youngie, but the last time I woke you up, you koalaed to me for an hour. I was not risking it again.” Yeosang shook his head as he grabbed his suitcase and waited for the others. He didn’t know what apartment was theirs, nor did he have a key. It was best to wait for Hongjoong.

Seonghwa had his hands in his pockets as he looked around the street. There wasn’t much going on, an apartment building directly across from the one they were staying at, a convenience store down the street, what looked like some kind of Korean restaurant at the corner. His eyes narrowed as he looked at one of the buildings across the street. A collectibles store? In the window was a mannequin dressed like Luke Skywalker.

“Joong-ah,” Seonghwa said softly. “I’m gonna explore the block, can you-”

“Already on it,” San said as he carried his bag and Seonghwa’s  into the building.

“Thank you, Sannie.” Seonghwa smiled before looking at hongjoong. “I won’t be long, just want to take in our surroundings.”

Hongjoong nodded. “It’s okay, Hwa. I trust you.”

Seonghwa nodded before making his way across the street. Hongjoong watched him, making sure he didn't get hit by a car or anything, and it wasn’t a surprise that he immediately walked into a store that has a Star Wars display in its front window accompanied by a giant Lego build on the other side. Hongjoong let out a small chuckle as he grabbed his bag and followed Yeosang and San into the building.

Opening the door the bell chimed gently. Seonghwa looked around, the walls were covered in various fandom merchandise. Stormtrooper helmets lined the ceiling, the left wall was filled with Star Wars figures/Funko's, followed by a bunch of videogames for various consoles; behind the counter was a display of Lightsabers, Harry Potter wands, and various Marvel replicas; the right wall was completely filled with Legos, various kits as well as buyable and customizable figures; the floor displays were more Funko's, various videogame accessories, like switch cases and grip covers, and a ton of manga and other comics. The store was filled with lego, Star Wars, and animal crossing, basically a dream for him.

“Hi,” a voice said from behind the counter.

Seonghwa turned and saw a woman behind the counter, she was wearing a ‘revenge of the sith’ shirt and a lanyard that had keys on it. She was beautiful, in an unfiltered, not trying kind of way, it was refreshing, most of the women he meets are dressed to the nines and made to look that way for the sake of idol image or the fashion brand… but she was just effortlessly beautiful.

“Hi,” he said softly. 

“We’re currently having a deal on LEGOs, where if you buy a set you get one half off; all Star Wars purchases come with a free blind box of a mini Funko Pop; and all videogames and videogame accessories are 25 percent off.” she smiled. “Sorry, that was a lot to get through but if I don’t say it the boss, aka me, will feel like I failed all day.”

Seonghwa chuckled lightly. “It’s okay.”

“My name’s Y/n, Let me know if you need anything, I promise not to be one of those workers that hover over you while you shop.”

He nodded his head as he looked at the Lego wall, his eyes settled on a small Lego version of BB8, it was cute and would definitely give him something to do while they were here. he grabbed it from the wall and looked at the other sets, his eyes drifting from Marvel sets, to more Star Wars, to ones he didn't recognize, finally he landed on a Lego build of Link’s shield, he picked it up and tucked it under his arm. 

The shop was quiet, not busy as he was the only one here, the music wasn't overbearingly loud pop music either, it was soft background soundtracks from various movies, and video games. He liked the vibe of the store for sure.

He picked up a set of thumb grips for a controller, it was Pompompurin and one of the grips was the dog's butt. “Yunho will love this.” he smiled. 

Making his way to the counter he set his stuff down gently as the woman was assembling something, her back turned to him. He cleared his throat gently, causing her to jump, and drop one of the pieces she was holding.

“Shit,” she said, her hand resting over her heart, “I honestly thought you left.” she chuckled as she bent down and grabbed the piece she dropped, turning back around and snapping it into place.

“Why?” Seonghwa asked with his head tilted slightly.

Y/n shrugged and turned back to him. “I don’t know, people like you don’t usually stay in here that long.”

“People like me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Insanely attractive people. Sorry, if that was too forward.” she apologized, covering her face with her hands. 

Seonghwa chuckled lightly, his eyes lingering on the sudden blush climbing up her neck. “It’s okay, thank you.”

She lowered her hands and held onto the lanyard around her neck anxiously. “So,” she cleared her throat, “All set?” she asked with flushed cheeks.

He nodded and she began to ring him up. He watched as she gently put everything in the bag, plus the extra freebie he got from buying the BB8. 

“Your total is going to be 30.16, cash or card?” she asked. She totally gave him a bigger discount because he’s cute.

“Apple pay?” he raised his phone.

She nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”

Seonghwa tapped his phone  against the device and it flashed ‘approved’. She put the receipt in the bag and slid it towards him.

“You’re all set,” she smiled.

He smiled back and glanced behind her. “What’s that?”

“Hm?” she looked over her shoulder, “Oh, that’s a custom lightsaber that I'm building for a customer.”

“You made that?” he asked with wide eyes. 

Y/n picked it up and set it on the counter between them. “Yes. I 3D printed the handle, soldered the metal onto it, wired it all myself, the only thing I didn't do was make the glass for the blade, I bought it online… you can arguably use a clear plastic tube, but I like the look of the glass better.” She smiled. “I could make one for you, if you’d like.”

Seonghwa watched her as she grabbed her tablet and opened some app, showing him various hilt designs. He now notices that it was a drawing app, and these were all designs drawn by her.

“Did you draw these?”

“Yes.” she nodded. 

“They’re amazing. They look like the real thing.” His eyes roamed the screen. It was true, the details put into each one look like a photo rather than a drawing.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, her cheeks once again warming up. She looked up at him as he stared at the screen in front of him, his eyes were wide and dark. true definition of boba eyes, She thought it was cute. He was cute. “We can change it any way you want.” she said softly.

He pointed to a sleek classic looking hilt. “This one, but instead of black and gold can we do silver?” he looked up at her, his ears getting red after realizing how close they were.

She nodded looking at the screen then looking up at him. “Yeah, we can. Anything else?”

“i-is there any way to..” he paused, trying to think of how to word the question. “Can we add a star somewhere?” he asked.

She looked back down at the design and grabbed the stylus and began to sketch it. “Like do you want it at the end, like a pommel? or just an additive somewhere on the side?" She sketched it on the side of the hilt and showed him it on the end as a pommel.

“The end. It looks more like a sword.” he smiled.

she smiled back and clasped her hands in front of her. “So do you want to choose your blade color or do you want the universe to pick for you?”

“Universe,” he nodded. “Fate.”

She nodded her head. “As you wish. I’ll be right back.” She walked into the back room.

Seonghwa looked down at the screen in front of him. How was he going to get this back to Korea? He’ll find a way. He glanced at his phone, seeing a text from Hongjoong asking him if he was kidnapped.

Seonghwa: Don’t you have to be a kid to be kidnapped?  I’m almost 30. its abduction at this point.

Hongjoong: judging by your tone I take it you’re fine.  Yeosang wants pizza for dinner, so when  you get back we’ll order. How much longer  are you going to be anyways?’

Seonghwa: i dont know.  30 more minutes?  you can order without me.

He felt something brush his leg, he looked down and staring up at him was a dog. A dachshund to be precise. A chunky one. He set his phone on the counter and picked the dog up. “Hey, little guy.” he whispered in Korean.

The dog sniffed him and wagged its tail happily. Seonghwa chuckled as the dog licked at his face. 

“I see you’ve met my resident mooch, lounges around all day and gets treats and pets while I slave away stocking shelves and fulfilling orders,” Y/n playfully ranted. She smiled at Seonghwa as she set a sleek black case on the counter. “He seems to like you.”

“What’s his name?” Seonghwa asked, looking up at her as the dog continued to squirm excitedly in his arms.

“Bub. Well, his real name is Cobra Bubbles, but he only responds to bub.” she explained.

“He’s named after a character from Lilo and Stitch?” Seonghwa asked with a smile on his face.

Y/n’s cheeks heated up. “My nephew named him. He was really into that movie at the time, if he named him now it’d probably be Kylo or Yoda.” She reached out and patted the dog’s side. “But I think Bub suits him.” The dog looked at her and began to focus his attention on her, Seonghwa setting him on the counter. She scooped Bub up and pressed a kiss to his head before setting him in the dog's bed on the far end of the counter. “He usually doesn’t like new people, but he must sense something about you. He’s a very good judge of character.”

Seonghwa looked at the dog who was watching the two of them intently, his tail thumbing against the bed softly. 

“So,” she ran her hands along the top of the case. “Are you ready for the universe to decide if you're a jedi or a sith?”

Seonghwa nodded and watched as she opened the case, inside were a dozen black velvet bags with the name of the store on them. This was exciting, he had never had a custom lightsaber before, the ones he had were just character replicas.

“Take your time, whatever one calls to you you just reach out and grab it,” she smiled.

He nodded once more, his eyes looking over all of the bags. What one did he want? He always saw himself as a jedi not a sith, but he’s honestly just happy to get a lightsaber that was custom made. But he was secretly hoping for green or blue.

“If you don’t like the color you get I will allow you to repick.” Y/n said softly.

Seonghwa looked up at her, his eyebrows raised slightly. “But the sign says no redraw,” he pointed to the paper taped to the inside of the box.

“I make exceptions to customers that have kind eyes and a handsome smile.” Y/n smiled.

Seonghwa laughed lightly as he looked back to the bags in front of him, his ears turning red. He reached out and grabbed one and looked up at her for instruction.

“Go ahead, open it.” she nodded.

Seonghwa opened the bag, holding his breath. Reaching in he pulled out a crystal, it was a pale yellow with flecks of gold in it.

“Ah, yellow.. it seems fitting for you,” Y/n said resting her hands on the counter.

“Why?” he looked up at her with a tilt of his head.

Y/n rested her hands on the counter and leaned forward, looking at the crystal in his, attractive, hands. “Yellow is used by the Jedi Temple Guards, it symbolizes guardianship and balance, represents protection… and I just get that vibe from you. A level headed protector, the one people can look to for advice.” she shrugged.

Seonghwa stared down at the crystal in his hand. How did she have him all figured out by just knowing him for half an hour?

“Do you want to redraw?” she asked softly.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m okay… this is okay.” 

She closed the case and set it aside. “Alright, Master Jedi,” she smirked. “What’s a name I can put down for the order?”

“Seonghwa.”

“Hm..” she picked up the tablet and began to type on it. “S-e-o-”

“N-g-h-w-a.” he finished.

“Alright, I just didn’t want to spell it wrong, that’d be embarassing.” she laughed. “And a way of contacting you, email? Phone number? Social media account?

“Uh, I'm not from here, so-”

“It’s okay, Seonghwa, I've got long distance.” she smiled. “I get a lot of orders..” she said in choppy korean.

His eyebrows raised. “You speak Korean?"

“Eh… a little. it’s not… that good.” she flushed.

I could teach you. he thought. Why? Why would you think that?  You can’t teach someone Korean in a week, Hwa.

“You’re better than most,” he smiled at her before telling her his phone number.

She tapped the screen a few more times. “Alright, I'll send you a message confirming your order, and I'll let you know when it’s ready to pick up. I promise to keep my texts strictly professional, and will delete your contact once you’ve picked up your order.” 

Seonghwa nodded. “Alright.”  I wouldn’t be opposed to you keeping my number though. He thought.

Bub got up from his bed and waddled over to Seonghwa, sensing that he was going to be leaving, and wanting to get his goodbyes in. Seonghwa pet the dog happily, and said things to it in Korean in a cute high pitched whisper.

Seeing that he was distracted, Y/n put the crystal back into the velvet bag and slipped it into his bag with the other things he purchased, along with some more of the Star Wars blind boxes just as an ‘I appreciate your business freebie.’

“So how much?” he asked once the small dog left.

“I don’t take payment until after it’s done. just in case you aren’t happy with it.”

Seonghwa looked at her with wide eyes. “No, I have to give you something beforehand. What if you spend all your time on it and I don't even show up to get it?”

“Well,” Y/n laughed lightly. “You did give me your phone number, so I can pester you until you block me. Or I can post your number on social media and say ‘this guy wanted a custom saber and never showed up after i spent days working on it’ but i won’t do that. You've been nice to me.” She slid the bag closer to him. “You’re a nice guy, Seonghwa, I can tell that you wouldn’t ghost me unless you had a perfectly good reason to.”

He stared back at her. She could easily search his name when he left, find out he’s a kpop idol with tons of brand deals and charge him a pretty penny. But she didn’t seem the type, she seemed like no matter who walked though those doors they got treated with the same respect and service.

“I would never dream about ghosting you,” he said softly, his hand grabbing the bag. “H-how late are you open?”

“Everyday, 8-7,” she rounded the counter and walked him to the door. She reached up and turned the neon sign that said open off and turned on the one that said closed. “But, I can make exceptions for a handsome Jedi master.”

The color on seonghwa’s ears deepened, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down at his shoes shyly. “I can come by tomorrow then?”

“It won’t be done by-”

“Just to see you.” he clarified.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed again, her heart beating faster. He wanted to come by just to see her? “O-okay,” she nodded. “I’ll… I'll see you tomorrow then.”

Seonghwa smiled at her sudden shyness, it was refreshing to have someone that didn’t treat him like an idol, she treated him like a normal person. A normal, attractive person. And he couldn't help but think it was cute when she got flustered by him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he nodded, stepping out of the store. “Have a good night, Y/n.”

“Y-you too Seonghwa.”

He stepped onto the sidewalk, his bag held tightly in his hand. He walked across the street to their rental. His mind replayed the way his name sounded coming from her lips. He had never really felt such an instant attraction to someone, she was very beautiful, and she liked the same nerdy things that he did. She was a talented artist, and he could tell that she was a very kind and gentle person. Something that was rare these days. 

He stepped through the doors to be greeted by Yunho, Wooyoung and San each setting two pizza boxes on the table. Yeosang was setting out plates and napkins, while Hongjoong and Jongho set out drink bottles.

“I still don’t think we needed six pizzas.” Jongho muttered. “Mingi isn’t even here.”

“Please, San, Mingi and Yunho can both demolish two pizzas themselves.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “If anything we should have gotten more.”

“We’ll save a little, Mingi said that he wanted to try the Korean place at the corner,” Yeosang shrugged. “Said he wanted a taste of home.”

“We eat Korean food all the time, we’re also on vacation so it’s not a time for calorie counting, diets, or eating rice every meal,” San pouted as he opened one of the boxes.

“But you like rice,” Yunho laughed as he opened one of the drinks.

San rolled his eyes. “I do. But a vacation is for you to indulge and eat greasy food.” he took a big bite of a slice. “Worry about everything else after the week is done.” he said through a mouthful.

Hongjoong laughed. “You say that now, San, but you’ll be looking for a gym tomorrow.” The captain's eyes moved to Seonghwa, who was standing by the door, a bag in his hand, and a goofy smile on his face, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking down at the bag. “What’s up, Hwa?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Nothing,” his face began to heat up, had he spaced out when he walked through the door? “I’m not really that hungry, I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Hyung you haven’t-” Wooyoung was cut off by the sound of a door closing. “He hasn’t eaten all day right?”

“He ate on the plane,” Yunho shrugged as he shoved a breadstick into his mouth.

“I’m sure that when he gets hungry he’ll get something,” Hongjoong shrugged as he took a slice, “Even if he ends up going to the convenience store at 2 in the morning.”

Seonghwa sat the bag on the desk in the corner as he sat down and took everything out of the bag he noticed that there was more in it than there should be. He had the BB8, the Zelda build, the gift for Yunho and he should only have one free Star Wars blind bag, but instead there were at least five plus the velvet bag that the crystal was in. He bit his lip and smiled, his fingers running along the velvet. 

He couldn't wait to see her again tomorrow.

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Hongjoong sat in his studio, this phone lying on the desk in front of him. He was currently in a meeting with KQ and their managers. 

“What do you need, Hongjoong?”

“Well… the group and I were thinking that one of us should go public with Y/n, that way she can be seen with us and no one would really question it.” he rested his chin in his hand, he was thankful this was just a voice call, he definitely didn’t look professional. He got dressed and immediately came to the studio to rework one of the new tracks, his hair still a mess from sleep and his time with Y/n from the night before.

“Are you sure, Hongjoong? I mean, Golden Hour 4 comes out in two months, and we still have so much planned after that.”

“Yeah, this could make album sales go down,” another manager chimed in.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Album sales didn’t matter to him or the group, charting didn’t matter, all that mattered was that ATINY liked what they put out and that they could be public with Y/n.

“I think we should wait until March at least.”

“Are you sure? We have the new lightstick and the new aniteez coming out. Why not wait until June?”

There was a sigh from the other end. “We have part 5 slated to come out in June."

“Maybe we should wait until September… We have the Japanese single coming out at the end of July, and all the fan signs...”

Hongjoong sighed, his fists clenching. It was always, let's wait until after this, after this, after this, but they always added more. “I don’t care what we have planned, this is happening. We’ve even decided to let you pick the member, who gets to go public.” he leaned back in his chair, they had decided that whoever KQ chose they would accept. 

“We could do Jongho or Yeosang,” someone offered.

“Fans wouldn’t really care. Neither would the media.”

“But are they ready for something like that? I mean, jongho would be able to be dating in the public eye no problem, but yeosang? He’s had like.. One solo schedule the whole 7 years..”

“He has his first pitch in May.”

“That’s only because Wooyoung and Yunho didn’t want to do it.”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw, it was one thing to cut his lines in songs without group knowledge, and barely show him in music videos… but to openly shit talk him in front of the captain? That’s crossing the line.

“Enough.” he growled. “We’re giving you an opportunity to pick the member and you’re just spending it talking about who is the least biased, who the fans wouldn’t care about, that’s not what we wanted you to do.”  He ran his hand through his hair. “Look, we’re going to go public whether you approve it or not. And if you don’t pick someone, I'm going to pick all 8 of us.”

The other end was silent. 

“You should do it then, Hongjoong.”

“Me?”

“Obviously, you’re the leader, if anything went awry you’d be able to do damage control. You can go live later today to address it.”

Hongjoong feared this a little, the group was just going to assume that he didn’t have a talk with them, that he just picked himself and said KQ did. “If that’s who you pick… can you send it to the groupchat, that way they don’t think that i’m lying.” 

“Okay, but understand this: you are the leader, if the public response is awful, I don't think we can save face. There will be nowhere for you to hide.”

“I don’t want to hide. We don't want to hide.” Hongjoong replied, his arms crossing. “This will just show that idols are human too, and that you can’t expect me to be 28 and not have a girlfriend. If shit hits the fan I'll clean it up, like I always do.” he ended the call.

He sighed, his hands covering his face. He was going to go live later today to address it, he wanted everyone there. He stood up from his desk, his phone lighting up with a text to the work chat from management:

KQ: Hongjoong will be the one who is permitted to disclose his relationship with Y/n. 

He knew that fans would be divided by the news, but everyone was tired of not being able to take her places, not being able to leave the confines of the dorms. Sure, they couldn’t say their entire relationship just yet, but it’s a start.

Hongjoong picked up his phone, and clicked Y/n’s contact. He walked out of his studio, leaving the work for another day. He walked past the practice rooms, hearing the muffled practice from Xikers, he walked past reception giving a polite nod as he walked out the front door. 

The city felt different. It usually felt heavy, like the world knew he was hiding something, thousands of eyes watching his every move hoping for a slip up. Now, the air was lighter, he was closer to letting the world know of his relationship. He clicked the call button as he reached his car.

“Joongie?” her voice came over the receiver. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Hongjoong smiled. “Where are you right now?”

“Seonghwa and I are currently doing laundry.”

Hongjoong laughed as he started the car. “How’d he rope you into that?”

“It was either this or playing valorant with Yunho, San and Yeosang.”

“I thought you liked Valorant,” he said as he pulled away from the curb and began the short drive back to the dorms. “Aren’t you some impressive rank?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s too early for me to play, I don't want to hear them whining the rest of the day about how I kicked their asses.. again.”

Hongjoong laughed again. “Fair enough.”

“Did something happen at the label? Seonghwa said you had a meeting about something important.”

Of course Seonghwa would tell her he had a meeting. He tells her everything. 

“Did.. did he tell you what it was about?”

“No, just that it was something important.” 

“Well, I'm almost home, can you gather everyone in one of the dorms? I need to tell you everything in person.”

“Of course, Joongie. Just come to the MinSanHwa dorm.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Alright. I love you, Joongie.”

“I love you too darling.” Hongjoong ended that call, his phone resting on his lap. He felt for the first time in a few months that everything was going to be okay.

Ten minutes later he was standing in the living room of the MinSanHwa dorm, everyone sitting on the couch. Hongjoong sat on the couch opposite them and set his phone and tripod down on the table in between them. 

“Joong..” Seonghwa looked at him, he knew what he was going to say, so Y/n would know what KQ decided, none of them let it slip when they got the text. Sure, they were all upset that Hongjoong was the one who got to be public with her, but at least they’d be able to be seen with her without raising any questions.

Hongjoong smiled at Y/n. “Darling, the meeting i had… it was about going public.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “A-and? They said no, right? That’s what we had expected, with the comeback and all.”

“No, Darling," Hongjoong shook his head. “They said yes.” he watched her expression shift from slight disappointment to utter shock. “We gave them the choice of member, and when they started to argue about who…” Hongjoong's voice trailed off, he didn’t know if he should tell Jongho and Yeosang what management had said. “Well, they argued about who it should be, and i told them that if they didn’t pick, then all 8 of us would go public. And they chose me because they thought I would be able to do damage control so they didn’t have to.”

Y/n leaned forward, her hands shaking slightly. “A-are you sure that this is what you want? All of you? The fans… the media… not everyone will be kind about it, Joong. This is your life. Your career.”

“Our career is nothing without our happiness, and our happiness is you,” Hongjoong said, reaching out and taking her hand in his. “We don’t want to hide you anymore. I’m tired of worrying about where Mingi is going to take you, if someone saw you and Wooyoung together. We want to walk down the street with you without people questioning it. I want to be able to mention your name when I write a song instead of saying it’s for ATINY.”

Y/n looked down at their hands. Her throat felt tight, not because of Hongjoong's words, but because of something else.

“You’re sure you want to go public with me? I mean… I'm not pretty by Korean standards, I'm not even pretty by American standards… All of you are definitely way out of my league. What if…”

She wasn’t thin, like most of the women in Korea, like most of the women that surrounded them at award shows, music performances, brand deals. She wasn’t as pretty as the models in magazines, on billboards, in commercials. She wasn’t even the prettiest in her own family.

“What if what, jagiya?” Seonghwa looked down at her, his dark eyes shining in the light. This was supposed to be a happy moment, they were finally being able to go public with their relationship, why did she seem to be so sad about it?

Y/n shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. The eight of them constantly told her how beautiful she was, constantly reminded her of how much they loved her, and loved every part of her. But now that it was time for one of them to actually announce their relationship, bring her into their public world, she felt more self-conscious than ever.

“Princess?” Mingi said softly as he sat next to her, his arm wrapping around her tightly.

“What if… what if I'm not good enough?” her voice cracked. “What if you see us together from the outside eye, see what the media is saying, what your fans are saying and you decide that I'm not… I'm not worth it.” Tears slipped down her cheeks rapidly. 

Seonghwa felt his throat tighten, he knew what she was feeling. Self doubt, insecurity, all things he felt before debut... even still feels them now. But to him, to all of them, she was the most beautiful person they had ever seen, they loved every little thing about her.

“Sweetheart,” Yeosang said gently as he sank to his knees in front of her, he took her face in his hands, they were shaking and not because of their usual tremor. He wiped desperately at her tears. “I don’t care if you don’t fit Korean standards, you fit my standards,” his voice trembled slightly, his light brown eyes filled with unshed tears. “Y… You are my dream girl, I couldn't imagine having anyone else but you.” A tear slipped down his cheek. 

“Angel,” San said softly, sitting down on her other side. “You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, I don't care what anyone has to say about it.”

“Yeah pips,” Yunho smiled down at her, clearing his throat to not sound like he was about to cry. “The media can be damned, and if fans say anything bad about you then they aren’t any fans of ours.”

“Yeah, we don’t want them,” Mingi laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “If anyone says anything bad about you princess, I will personally fight them." He moved a strand of hai out of her face. "Y/n, I see a future with you after not wanting a future my entire life. You are the love of my life, the woman that I see myself marrying, maybe one day having my children… and if they don’t like that they can go fuck themselves." He kissed her temple again. “I will always love you, cherish you. Don’t forget that.”

Wooyoung wiped at his eyes. It hurt him to know that she felt this way, potentially feeling this way for the whole relationship. “Baby,” he knelt next to Yeosang. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to start over, I don't want to get to know someone new, I don't want to give someone my soul the way I've done to you… I did all of that with you, a-and i want it to end with you.” he sobbed. “I can’t picture anyone else in my life, I can't picture anyone else in my arms… I choose you, always. Everyone already hates me enough, I can take it for the both of us.” 

Jongho stood next to Seonghwa, whose shoulders were shaking gently as he cried. He reached out and rubbed his hyung’s back comfortingly. “Beautiful,” he said, his attention turning to Y/n. “I don’t care if the media, the fans, hell even my own family, says that you’re not enough. I will never think that. You are enough for me, enough for us, and you always will be.” he felt his eyes start to water. “I know that they will come up with a million reasons as to why we shouldn’t be together, but I don't care. I don't care about any single one of them. We all have a choice…. And we choose you. Forever.”

“My whole life I've been worried about what people thought of me,” Seonghwa sniffled. “I’ve been worried about being perceived as mean, being perceived as ugly, alternatively being perceived that I only got to where I am because of my looks…” he wiped his eyes on his sleeve. “I sought approval from random strangers because it was all I have ever known… But with you..” he looked at her, tears streaming down her face as the others tried to console her, tried to make her believe that she was enough for them. Maybe it was working. “With you, jagiya… I can be me.. I don’t need to worry about anything.” Tears continued to run down his cheeks. “You are my everything, Y/n… I don't care what anyone else has to say about it.”

Hongjoong looked at the group in front of him, all a sobbing mess, his members and his, their, girlfriend. The Captain didn’t like to cry in front of others, he didn’t like others to see that side of him. He was supposed to start his live in ten minutes, but Y/n’s anxieties and insecurities are making him second guess if she’s actually ready for it… all he wants to do is protect her.

“Darling..” he gently sat on the table in front of her, Wooyoung and Yeosang moving to the side so Hongjoong had her entire attention. He reached out and took her hands, squeezing them gently. “I have never been in love… I thought that it was just something that wasn’t meant for me. But then I met you, a-and that all changed. You have such a hold on my heart that I can't break even if I wanted to. I am hopelessly in love with you, Y/n.”

She looked around at their faces, all of them having tears, or the drying tracks of them. She didn’t mean to turn something so exciting as going public with her into a sob fest because of her insecurities. 

“If you don’t want to go public we don’t have to,” Hongjoong whispered. “It won’t change how we feel about you. How we feel about us.”

Y/n shook her head. No, they deserved this. They had wanted to be seen with her out in public for months now, and this was finally their time to do it. The media, fans, and insecurities be damned. They had shared their tears, and heartfelt words and it made her doubts and worries dissipate. “Let’s do it.”

Hongjoong nodded and sat on the couch, his phone already set up on a tripod so he didn’t have to hold it, or worry about it falling over. He took a deep breath.

“You got this, Joong,” Seonghwa said, patting him on the back.

“Easy for you to day, you’re not doing a live telling the world that you’re in a relationship when in reality your whole KPop group is dating the same woman but the company won’t let you say that-”

“He’s spiraling,” Wooyoung facepalmed.

“Maybe someone else should do this. Hwa?” San looked at the eldest.

Seonghwa looked at him with wide eyes. “Me? I- i don’t think so. I mean don’t get me wrong,” he looked at Y/n. “I’d love to, I just know that I'd mess it up somehow.”

“I’ll do it!” Yeosang volunteered. “Please let me.”

“I’m not spiraling,” Hongjoong growled. “I’m just…”

“Overthinking,” Y/n and Jongho said in unison.

Hongjoong sighed. “I always overthink. Literally everything.” He ran a hand through his light brown hair. “Alright, just… let me breathe for a second.” This was not how he wanted this to go. 

Y/n watched as he closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on his knees. She reached out to him, and ran her fingers through his hair, restyling it after he had disheveled it. “Joongie, you don’t have to be the captain right now… You don’t have to be the leader, or the one who carries the weight of the announcement. Just be my Joongie… just act like you’re telling your mom.” She rested her hand on his cheek, brushing her thumb against his skin gently.

Hongjoong looked up at her, the nerves beginning to fade away, his shoulders no longer tense, hands no longer shaking. Hongjoong took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Thank you, darling,” he said quietly. “Thank you.” 

She nodded and walked back to the couch and sat down. Mingi wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, I’m gonna do this,” he nodded towards the group. “If I start to stumble, one of you come crash it, okay? If the chat gets mean, we don’t look. Just focus on the fact that we’re not going to have to hide who we come home to.” he reached out and started the live. 

The screen showed his reflection, the view count began to climb rapidly, 10k, 50k, 100k, a blur of comments scrolling so fast they were a blur. 

“Hello. Hi.” Hongjoong waved, a small smile on his lips. The others sat behind the phone, watching him, they were there for support, but also to gauge how the chat would take the news of their captain having a girlfriend. 

Y/n sat in the middle between Mingi and San, her phone in her hand, his live on the screen, but she was just watching the chat.

Hongjoong glanced at them then back to the phone. “I don’t plan on being on here for long… I’m just… I have something to say.” He had a speech planned, he had everything thought out, but after hearing Y/n’s worries… it all escaped him. So, time to improvise. 

His eyes looked over the chat, speculations happening: enlistment, coming out, someone leaving the group, KQ disbanding ATEEZ. Hongjoong couldn’t help but shake his head. At least no one speculated a relationship, so this was.. Going to be a shock.

Seonghwa nervously bounced his leg, his eyes watching the chat on Y/n’s phone. Everyone was typing MATZ rapidly, or a whole bunch of crying emoji’s. “Come on joong, spit it out.” he whispered.

Jongho nodded his head in agreement. The faster Hongjoong said ‘I’m in a relationship, you’ll see my girlfriend with me a lot. I’m in love and I hope that you’ll respect our relationship and respect her,’ the faster they could end the live and let KQ handle everything else.

Mingi pressed a light kiss to Y/n’s shoulder as she stared ahead at Hongjoong, her hands shaking slightly. “Princess, after this we’ll get some dinner, some nice comfort food.” he kissed her shoulder again. 

Hongjoong cleared his throat. “Not enlisting, not disbanding, as far as I know no one is leaving,” he chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry about that. Um… well, I have gotten permission from the company to talk about this, and I wanted to do it sooner, but with the comeback they thought it would be best to wait a while.” He nervously pulled at the strings of his hoodie. “I.. my entire time as leader of ATEEZ I’ve always tried to make sure that we’ve felt like a family. Not only the members, but the staff, and ATINY.. We share a lot of our lives with you, not just our music and our stages, but also our anxieties… our struggles.” 

The chat moved rapidly, speculating a hiatus from the leader. Some told him to take care of himself, but others congratulated Mingi on being the temporary leader of ATEEZ.

“Lately… I’ve realized there’s a part of my life that I've been keeping from you, and not just ATINY, but my friends and family. It’s not because I'm ashamed,” he shook his head. “I’m not. I just… I was worried about what others would say, and I wanted to protect it.”

Hongjoong took a deep breath, a text coming across the screen from his family group chat. It was his mom asking if he was okay.

“I...” he breathed, why was this so hard to do? He wanted the world to be able to see them together… but… not just as him and Y/n. “I can’t do this,” he shook his head.

The chat was a rapid blur of asking if he was okay and wondering why he chose to say that in English.

Hongjoong grabbed the phone and walked over to the couch everyone else was sitting on. Seonghwa pulled Y/n off the couch so Hongjoong could take her place in the middle. She sat on the table in front of them as Hongjoong sat the tripod next to her. 

Now the whole group was on the screen. San, Hongjoong and Mingi on the couch. Wooyoung and Seonghwa sitting on the arms, Jongho, Yeosang and Yunho leaning on the back.

“Much better.” Hongjoong smiled nervously. “This is right. As I was saying. We like to be open and honest with you, but we’ve been omitting something from you… We all have found someone.”

The chat erupted in a series of congratulations and a few rude comments, but they all chose to ignore them. There were questions about their boyfriends or girlfriends, messages of the San secret family rumor being real, a few mourning the loss of Yunho as ATINY’s resident boyfriend, some wondering if this meant no more sexy ATEEZ dance moves.

“She sees us when the makeup is gone, when the lighting is horrible, when the pressure feels too much… She’s someone who makes us want to be better men everyday.” Hongjoong said softly. “She isn’t a model, an idol, or in the public like that… She’s just.. Her. And she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known… We’ve ever known.”

The chat exploded again, finally grasping what the leader was saying. 

Seonghwa smiled widely, his eyes shining with tears. “We share a lot of things… clothes, makeup, phone chargers… and well..”

“We all have the same girlfriend,” San blurted excitedly.

Mingi smiled widely. “And she is amazing. We’re so lucky to have her.”

“We’re asking you, as someone who has grown up in front of you, to show her the same kindness you’ve shown us.” Hongjoong smiled.

“Maybe a little more kindness than you’ve shown some of us…” Wooyoung muttered.

Jongho smacked him lightly on the back of the head. “Now is not the time, hyung.”

“We’re not looking for approval,” Yeosang said looking directly into the camera, his expression soft but his eyes intense. “We’re looking for respect.”

Yunho glanced towards Y/n, a huge smile on his lips. “Not just for us, but for the person that makes us smile like this.”

The chat flooded with a mix of reactions, but no one read them. She felt loved by each of them, and it didn’t matter what the world was thinking of them at that moment.

Seonghwa leaned forward. “We love her. And we hope, in time, you’ll see why.”

Hongjoong nodded his head. “We’ll see you all later. Thank you for listening. Bye.”

“Bye.” the members echoed, waving at the camera. Hongjoong reached toward the camera and ended the live. 

The room was silent, the weight of what they had done settling over them. Then, Wooyoung let out a long dramatic exhale and slid off the arm of the couch to the floor.

“We did it,” Yeosang cheered excitedly. “I can’t believe it.”

“It feels so good to have it out in the open like that.” Mingi reached out and pulled Y/n into his lap. “We get to go out with you now!”

Seonghwa leaned over and pressed his lips against her cheek. “I love you, jagiya.”

“I love you too,” she breathed, “all of you.” She looked at all eight of their smiling faces, they had just laid their hearts out to the world, risking their career all for her. It made tears fill her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked, his hands gently cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. “Happy tears, right?”

Y/n nodded, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. “Yes… Happy tears. You guys didn’t have to say all that though,” she shook her head. “You played me up too much to ATINY.”

“But everything we said was true,” Yunho kissed the top of her head. “You’ve seen us at our best, worst and everything questionable in between." He smiled down at her. “And you put up with the eight of us 24/7… ATINY should be thanking you for keeping us sane.”

Wooyoung kissed her knee. “He’s right, baby.”

Their secret was out, and for the first time in months, all nine of them felt like they could breathe. They could be seen out in public now without having to worry about rumors, now they just had to worry about the media having a field day with ATEEZ being in a polygamous relationship. Wait until they find out she’s a fan.

“Should we see what KQ is saying? They didn’t agree to the group confession, they’re probably having a company wide stroke.”

“Let them,” Wooyoung rolled onto his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t care what the news says in the morning, or what our ‘fans’ are saying, hell.. I don’t even care that my own mother is texting me right now. All I care about is Y/n, and that I'm hungry.” he looked up at Y/n. “Mingi promised comfort food so he’s in charge of ordering.”

“Or we could go out.” San smiled widely. He was very excited to be able to take her out in public now. He had a list of places he wanted to take her, the movies, the mall, plenty of restaurants, he wanted to take her to meet his parents most of all.

“I think it’s best we stay inside tonight, San,” Seonghwa said, patting the dark haired man on the back. 

“We’re shutting out the world right now, facing the backlash of our love tomorrow. Let’s not go out and be thrown into the fire, if there is one.” Yunho lamented dramatically.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes playfully. “Enough, let’s just order something.” He stood up and grabbed his phone from the tripod, Yeosang jumped over the back of the couch and took his spot.

Mingi shifted Y/n onto Yeosang’s lap so he could order the food. The room was filled with chaotic bickering about what to order, where to order it from, who should go pick it up because delivery fees are stupid.

Y/n leaned back into yeosang’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her temple. She smiled at his actions and looked at the others, they were her boys, her family, her everything.

Jongho sat on the table in front of the couch, his hand reaching out to Y/n’s. He laced their fingers together, his grip firm and grounding. He didn’t say anything, just gave her a squeeze and a look that said ‘we’re in this together, no matter what happens next.’

Y/n smiled at him, squeezing his hand before he turned his attention back to ordering with the others.

Mingi ordered a lot of food, and even paid the ‘ridiculous’ delivery fee. They had a table full of Samgyetang, kimchi-jjigae, tteokbokki, dubu jorim, gimbap, japchae, and some yakgwa and ice cream for dessert. They ate comfortably, all of their phones forgotten on the couch as they sat around the table.

Hongjoong looked at them, a soft smile on his face as he watched his brothers and the woman who somehow managed to make all of them feel so deeply in love.

“You’re quiet, joong,” Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder.

Hongjoong wrapped his arm around her and placed a kiss to her head. “Just processing. When I was talking to KQ about going public I was worried that the walls would cave in if the world knew the truth.. Turns out,” he looked at the group before him: Wooyoung and Yeosang arguing over who gets the last piece of gimbap; Seonghwa and san eyeing the Yakgwa set to the side; Mingi and Yunho pouring more soju for everyone, even though some of them haven’t touched their previous serving; and Jongho who was laughing at Mingi spilling the alcohol on his jeans. “Turns out the house is still standing.”

“The house is definitely standing,” jongho chimed in, passing Y/n and Hongjoong their freshly poured soju that they weren’t drinking. “And the fans who actually care about us are already trending hashtags of support. I checked before dinner, my anxiety getting the better of me.”

“The ones who aren’t supportive will either get over it or get lost.” Wooyoung said through a mouthful of gimbap, a seething Yeosang glaring at him.

San, who tore his eyes away from the honey cookies, reached over the table and tucked a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “The moment they see you, the way you look at us, the way you make us laugh, the way you love us… everyone will understand.”

“You aren’t just ‘the lucky girl,’” Seonghwa took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re the reason we’re whole.” his voice dropping into his soft gentle tone that always made her heart flutter.

“We’ve spent so long trying to be the perfect group, maintain our image..” Yeosang added, setting his chopsticks down. “And Y/n, you’re the one who reminded us that being ‘perfect’ is way overrated compared to being our authentic, unapologetic selves.”

“I can’t wait for them to find out that you’re an ATINY,” Wooyoung laughed. “Oh, I'm just picturing the tweets now.”

“The NDA is obtainable,” Yunho laughed, soju sloshing out of his glass slightly. “Shit..” 

Jongho leaned back, his palms resting against the wood floor. “I think tomorrow is going to have a lot of questions, a lot of meetings.. Tabloids, the company, journalists… it’s going to be a mess.”

Mingi reached over, grabbing one of the yakgwa’s and passed it to Y/n. “No matter what happens, don’t worry ‘bout a thing, it’s gonna be okay.”

San waved jongho off. “Let it be a mess. We’ve spent seven years navigating storms, I think we can handle a little turbulence.”

“Help me, I just go, we can all go up 무사히 도착하길 빌어 야간비행 I shine on my own..” Wooyoung sang quietly as he rested his cheek against San’s arm.

“And we’ll get through it together,” Seonghwa smiled. “All of us.”

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll face it head on like we always do. As eight. Now nine.” Hongjoong squeezed her tightly to his side.

Outside the city was still moving, the world would look at them differently, not understand possibly shun, but in this room.. Time stood still, it was just them and their eternal love for each other.

“To us,” Y/n said, raising her glass of soju.

One by one, eight hands met hers in the center of the table, glass clinking together. “To us,” they echoed. They all took their shot, some of them wincing at the taste, San sneakily spitting his back into his cup and then hiding it under a napkin.

“So, since we’re official, and you’re staying in Korea…” Yeosang turned to her, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Can we bring Django over here?”

“I see, you only like me for my doberman,” Y/n teased.

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “No.. I just… you’ve been away from him for so long, he probably misses you.”

“And where would we keep him?” Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

“In our dorm of course.” Yeosang answered.

“Fine, but you’re cleaning up after him.” Yunho shook his head.

Y/n scoffed. “My dog is housetrained, thank you. He doesn’t make any messes, just occasionally jumps into puddles on walks.”

Hongjoong laughed lightly. “You want to fly for 15 hours just to get her dog?”

“I’m already booking the flight.” Yeosang said, looking down at his phone.

Wooyoung leaned over and looked at his friend's screen. “He really is.” he laughed loudly. Yeosang flinched away from him.

The group began to talk about taking a trip to the states again, to meet Y/n’s friends and get the rest of the things she wanted to have in Korea, mainly getting her dog.

The future was uncharted, but as she looked at the eight smiling faces of the men who risked it all just to call her theirs, she knew one thing for certain: everything’s gonna be okay.

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Hongjoong sat in a corner booth, waiting for his brother. The two of them meet up for lunch once a week, but since Y/n’s been with them Hongjoong has cancelled for the past month and a half because he doesn’t want to be away from her for too much. between constantly being gone for schedules his one day with her completely happens to fall on his lunch days with his brother… It’s okay though, Bumjoong never complains about the cancellations. 

They’re meeting up today though because the group had discussed the night before that they wanted someone to know about their entire relationship, someone that wasn’t management. And they decided that the person they all trusted the most was Bumjoong, so Hongjoong confirmed their normal lunch meetup, which did take his older brother by surprise because of all of the previous cancellations, but he agreed. Y/n made him promise to tell him that she knew nothing about their lunch meets and didn’t know that hongjoong was cancelling them to spend time with her, which was true he never told her about it.

He nervously pulled his beanie down, covering his eyebrows, then pushed it back up. He doesn’t know why he was so nervous, his brother was always very understanding and accepting of whatever Hongjoong did or wanted, but he still had the anxiety that this would be the one thing that Bumjoong wouldn’t support him in. And, even though it would kill him to do it, he would cut his brother out of his life if it came down to it.

Hongjoong checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Sure he was fifteen minutes early, but usually Bumjoong is the early one. But at least there wasn’t a cancellation text from him, that would be funny considering the amount of times Hongjoong cancelled on him. There was a text from Y/n:

Darling: You got this babe Hwaiting!

He bit his lip to conceal his smile. He wished she was with him, she always knows just what to say and do to make them feel better. She makes everything easier. 

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Hongjoong looked up and saw Bumjoong sliding into the booth across from him, eyeing him with a raised brow. Hongjoong shook his head and set his phone face down on the table. “Nothing. Wooyoung just sent a funny video.”

“I was surprised you actually were coming,” Bumjoong said as Hongjoong poured him a glass of water. “I never asked, but why have you cancelled on me for the past two months?”

“It hasn’t been two months.” Hongjoong shook his head, setting the pitcher down.

“Close enough. It’s been a month and three weeks. Almost two months.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened slightly. Has it really been two months? That means that they’ve been in a relationship with Y/n for three months. That means that it’s almost their 100th day anniversary. He wondered if the other members knew. Well, Seonghwa probably did, that guy puts everything in his calendar, he probably did the math the day they agreed on their relationship, no doubt has a countdown going. His lips twitched slightly, this was a big deal… he had never been in a relationship this serious before.

“There you go again.. Smiling.”

“I’m just… excited to see you.” Hongjoong smiled wider. It wasn’t a total lie, he did miss seeing his brother, but he was elated that in a few days his relationship would be ‘out of the honeymoon’ phase and into the serious commitment stage. “What have you been up to?”

“I’ve been working, really. I have a few projects lined up, some brand deals. I’ve been running a lot.”

“Still doing Crossfit?” Hongjoong asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Oh yeah.” Bumjoong nodded. “Wouldn’t dream of stopping that,” he laughed. “I started vlogging again.”

“Oh yeah? How's that going?”

“Very well. I think you’re partly to thank for that.” he laughed. “Pretty sure most of my subscribers are just ATINY watching my content to see ‘Hongjoong crumbs’.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s just them being attracted to the older brother. I bet you even have fanfictions written about you.” he teased. 

Bumjoong laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest. I’ve gotten some strange DM’s, let's leave it at that. So back to my question. Why have you cancelled on me for the past two months?”

“I… I've been busy.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “We have a comeback to prepare for.”

Bumjoong stared at him, but Hongjoong couldn’t tell if he believed him or not. It wasn’t fully a lie though, they really were preparing a comeback, Y/n just happened to be a pleasant disruption in those preparations. They found themselves using the comeback excuse a lot when it came to spending time with her, they’d go out to dinner and when a friend would ask to do something they’d say ‘can’t working on the comeback’, ‘we haven’t hung out in a while’ ‘sorry working’ even though they were just cuddling on the couch with their secret girlfriend.

“Hmm..” Bumjoong nodded. “Have you talked to mom recently?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “I talked to her a few days ago. Why?”

“I don’t know,” his brother shrugged. “She just seemed very excited recently. She’s been planting peonies like crazy.” he laughed. “It’s like she’s preparing for a wedding or something.”

“Oh,” Hongjoong said softly, his gaze on the table as he nervously picked at a scratch in the wood finish. He had asked his parents not to tell Bumjoong, not that he didn’t trust his older brother, it’s just that he would definitely want to meet her and Hongjoong doesn’t even like when ATINY looks at his brother. How would he even deal if his girlfriend found his brother attractive?

“I think she’s subconsciously telling me that I'm not getting any younger and need to find someone.” Bumjoong laughed.  

“You’re like what? Forty?” Hongjoong teased.

“I'm thirty four! Don’t age me up that much! You’re almost thirty too y'know." Bumjoong took a drink of his water. “But you’re married to the idol life… you’ll probably be single forever.”

“I don’t think…”

“Unless you marry Seonghwa. But currently that's illegal.” 

Hongjoong scoffed and shook his head. Even his own brother ships him with Hwa. Sure he thinks seonghwa is attractive, but he didn’t think of him like that.

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle a relationship, honestly.” 

His brown eyes widened. The fuck? “W-why do you say that?”

Bumjoong shrugged as the waitress set down their food, Hongjoong having ordered their usual while he anxiously waited for him to arrive. “While I think that it’d be a good thing, a nice distraction from the idol life… I think that you’d get into your head and end up shutting that person out.” He picked up his chopsticks and shoved some noodles into his mouth. “You’re a workaholic, Joong, and a relationship needs two people who can put their work aside and, I don't know, just be together.”

“I can-”

“I’ve caught you not sleeping for three days because you were stressing about the bpm in one of your tracks.” 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “I have actually been sleeping very well recently. I rarely pull all nighters anymore." This was true. Y/n would text him every night at 11 like clockwork, asking him if he was still awake. If he answered, which he always did, she would ask him what he was doing and if it was any type of work she would tell him that it would still be there tomorrow and that he needs to sleep to refresh his brain. Hongjoong usually would just obsess over getting his work done and then take a power nap before his schedule but since she’s been with them he’s been following her advice and heading to bed instead of stressing himself out more. And usually it ends with her in his arms as they dream together. 

“Ahh, the group finally got tired of you being grouchy because you haven’t slept for 72 hours?” Bumjoong laughed. 

Hongjoong scoffed and shook his head. “No, I just… I have something now that helps distract me from over working. Helps me remember that I don't need to do it all at once, that… I don't need to be a producer, lyricist, and performer… I can step back and just focus on performing and writing… this.. This thing reminds me that I don't need to take responsibility for everything.” Part of his burnout is that he took on a producer role, and while he does like it, it gets draining. They already work with amazing producers so why should he also do that? He talked it over with Y/n one night, he voiced that he felt like he was wearing himself thin and juggling too much all the time. She told him that just because he’s the leader doesn’t mean he has to do it all… they hire people to do those jobs for a reason. He doesn’t need to write, produce, record, perform, and still be expected to do other schedules in between. So he talked to KQ, and they agreed that Hongjoong can step away and just focus on writing the lyrics and singing them, this way he isn’t working himself crazy.

“Well, I'm glad that you finally learned that you don’t have to do everything. You can let other people do it, take some time to yourself once in a while Joong.” Bumjoong smiled at him. 

“Hyung,” Hongjoong, set his chopsticks down, just rip the bandaid off, just tell him that you have a girlfriend who is also dating your other seven members. “I have to tell you that this ‘distraction’ isn’t a thing… she’s-”

“Speaking of distractions,” bumjoong interrupted. “I.. wanted to talk to you about something.” He pulled out his phone. “It’s been nagging me for a while now. So, this may be a bit TMI…”

Hongjoong folded his hands in his lap, a slight frown on his lips. He was a little hurt that he was cut off while trying to tell the most important news he has ever had, but… whatever. Let his brother share his thoughts and then get back to business.

“I have outlets to relieve my stress, one of them being… masturbation, I’m sure you do the same,” Bumjoong scrolled through his phone for a few seconds. “There’s this page, I stumbled on while… trying to destress… and it’s phenomenal. It’s not just pornography, it's basically cinema. Seriously, I'm thinking about reaching out and having her work on my next short film.”

“Get to the point Bumjoong.”

“I am.. But anyways, beautiful woman, usually does solo content, but lately she’s been posting videos that have other people in them.” 

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong nodded, not really caring about his brother's relief habits. 

Bumjoong turned the phone to him, the screen was dim to hide from other eyes, but hongjoong saw the familiar app logo in the corner, and definitely recognized the page layout. His eyes ran over the page. 

Y/n Belladonna.

Hongjoong’s eyes flicked to his brother. “Okay?” He tried his best to keep his voice neutral but his heart was hammering in his chest. He clenched his fist under the table. His brother of course had urges, it is natural and everyone has them. Hearing him talk about it was weird, but now he knew that it was y/n that he was subscribed to and it pissed him off. What are the odds that both Kim brothers are fans of her work? How was he ever going to introduce her to his brother? ‘y/n this is Bumjoong. Bumjoong this is y/n you've seen her orgasm before.’ He clenched his jaw just thinking about the fact that his brother has gotten off to his girlfriend. 

“Well, one of her most recent videos,” he clicked the video, which was thankfully muted, and fast forwarded to the middle. “The camera doesn’t capture their faces, she’s never shown her whole face and the men haven’t shown anything more than the shoulders down… but this guy….” he turned the phone back to Hongjoong. “Even though you can’t see his face… the body and voice… I think Mingi is doing porn, joong.”

Hongjoong stared at the phone. He knew it was Mingi, and Bumjoong only figured that out because he knows him… but could other people potentially figure it out? Did Bumjoong not see the video of her with eight men all at once, slipping into Korean? Surely he would then know that all of ATEEZ is on the internet in a pornographic video.

Hongjoong’s initial anger turned into worry, if he figured it out other people could too. But then that worry filtered back into anger, the possessive kind. His brother was a paid subscriber to Y/n’s page. His brother watched her in her most intimate moments. His brother had seen this video, Mingi and her, and had probably seen all the others. The thought of his brother's eyes watching his girlfriend as she cums, no doubt while jerking himself off imagining his cock inside her cunt… It pissed him off. 

He chose his works carefully, also making sure his tone wasn’t defensive or cold. “No way,” he scoffed, dropping the phone onto the table like it burned him. “Mingi? Come on, bro can’t even talk to a woman without stuttering.” which was true, unless it was at send off. “That’s just some guy with a similar build and a deep voice.”

Bumjoong shook his head and grabbed the phone, clicking another video. Hongjoong’s eyes glanced at the screen, he had a few of her video’s favorited. He recognized the titles. ‘It was an accident,’ her first video with Yeosang; ‘shh… go back to sleep’ her newest one with Wooyoung; ‘first time for everything…’ the video of her losing her virginity to Seonghwa; ‘passenger princess’ her first video with Mingi in the car; and ‘i can take it’ the video of all of them together. 

“The proportions are identical, and the moles on his back are exactly the same. It is him, Joong.” Bumjoong showed him a still from the other mingi video. “You can’t tell me that those are not his hands.”

“It is not him,” Hongjoong insisted, his voice firm. Why didn’t he just believe him? “That’s crazy. And I can't believe you’d think Mingi would be doing that. Why would he be making porn?” even as he said it the hypocrisy seemed to burn his tongue. They all had filmed with her, granted Hongjoong and San had yet to actually have a solo video with her posted onto her page. San’s first time being in the dressing room, which would completely give them away, and his second time being at movie night. Hongjoong’s first and only time with her was in the shower, and they didn’t film that either. But her most viewed video had all eight of them in it, faces hidden, tattoos covered, names edited out..

“I don’t know. Money? Curiosity? The same reason anyone does anything,” Bumjoong shrugged, looking back down at his phone screen. 

Hongjoong watched as his brother watched a few more seconds of Y/n riding Mingi in the car before pocketing his phone. It took everything in him to not punch his brother in the face. 

“Just forget it,” Bumjoong shook his head, seeming to finally accept Hongjoong’s denial. “Forget I said anything. If you say it’s not him, then it’s not him.” he took a sip of his water. “This woman though…” he bit his lip. “She’s exceptional. At first in her solo work she seemed unsure of what she was doing, but once she got more comfortable… you can tell that she’s really getting off, not just acting for a paycheck.”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw.

“And with the men… god what i wouldn’t give to be one of them… she speaks korean too. Another tmi, but she said ‘please, baby, I need you’ and I had never cummed so hard in my life.” Bumjoong ran a hand over his face, a small smile on his lips, his ears slightly pink.

Hongjoong shook his head, his fist clenched so tightly he could feel his fingernails digging into his palm. Every word made his blood boil. He couldn’t tell him, not now. But he so desperately wanted to stand up and yell ‘Thats my fucking girlfriend you’re talking about. That’s the woman i love and you’re describing how you want to fuck her.’ the once hopeful relief of telling someone about their relationship quickly shattered…. Now if Hongjoong did it, Bumjoong would not accept that his brother and his bandmates were dating a pornstar.

“You should unsubscribe,” Hongjoong said, it was abrupt and his tone was harsh.

“Excuse me?”

“From her. Unsubscribe.” 

“Why?” bumjoong raised an eyebrow.

Because that’s my fucking girlfriend, that’s why. He thought.

“Because if you’re so paranoid about it looking like Mingi then just… remove the temptation to speculate,” he said. “For your own piece of mind. And… it’s weird, hyung. Paying for some random woman like that… there’s plenty of free resources to… relieve your stress.”

Bumjoong stared at him, trying to come to terms with what his younger brother was saying. “Maybe you’re right… it was becoming a bad habit, I'd immediately check my phone when i got her notifications… that must be how your fans are when you post.” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the app again. Hongjoong watched as he went to the settings and cancelled his membership, ending his billing and then he deleted the app entirely. 

He only used the app to watch her? If Hongjoong clenched his jaw anymore he would break his teeth.

The rest of the lunch was met with silence, both of them finishing their meals… Well, Hongjoong pushed around his food and made it look like he ate some of it… he really didn’t think he could stomach anything right now. Hongjoong had already paid, and said that he had a meeting he had to get to before he practically ran out of the restaurant.

Hongjoong: Leaving now. We need to talk.

They needed to have a talk about what happened with Bumjoong, they needed to talk about the future, they needed to talk about just coming clean to the world. 

Hongjoong sighed as he slid into the driver's seat, he rested his head against the steering wheel. This was not how lunch was supposed to go, he was supposed to tell his brother about his girlfriend and how she makes him and the band so happy… and that they’re actually all dating her but they all love her, like really love her and all see a future with her. But instead his brother accused Mingi of doing porn, and even though he was right, it still made Hongjoong’s confession null and void.

Hongjoong leaned back and stared out the windshield, the rain hitting the glass like it was a paid actor, he shook his head, today was supposed to be a relief, not filled with anger and stress. He slammed his fist into the roof of the car, his knuckles leaving an indentation in the fabric.

Darling: Okay. See you when you get home Drive careful. I love you

Hongjoong smiled softly. They’d make this work. This wasn’t that bad. Right?

Back in the dorms Y/n sat on the couch in between Jongho and Mingi. Yeosang, San and Yunho were sitting on the floor, the videogame paused controllers lying on the floor. Wooyoung sat on the arm of the couch, his arms crossed his mind racing. Seonghwa stood in front of them, pacing, his hands nervously sliding through his hair, it was still short, he was trimming it regularly. It’s usually styled nicely but right now it was pulled in all different kinds of directions and made him look like a mad man.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Jongho said softly, rubbing Y/n’s thigh gently.

Mingi leaned against the back of the couch, his heart heavy, his mind going to worse case scenario. “How can you be so sure, Jongho? What if Bumjoong said that we were all crazy and no one would ever accept this? What if he threatens to tell Hyung’s parents? Or blab to some tabloid?”

“Even if Bumjoong doesn’t accept he wouldn’t dare fuck with Hongjoong’s career,” Wooyoung snapped. 

“But we all are willing to fuck it up aren’t we?” Yunho chuckled lightly. He leaned his head into Y/n’s lap. “Pips, I promise, no matter what happened at that lunch we’re not going anywhere.”

Y/n looked down at Yunho, her eyes were wet with unshed tears, she nervously bit the skin on her lips. She was worried about what went down at lunch. Hongjoong said they needed to talk, but nothing else. He didn’t even respond to her ‘i love you’ text.

Yeosang reached up and pulled her lip from her teeth, everytime she was in her own head or nervous she would bite and pick at her lips, and while he thought it was cute, he didn’t want her to hurt herself and make herself bleed.

They heard the beep of the digital lock, then the door opening. Hongjoong slipped in and kicked his shoes off. “Group meeting,” he yelled out. “Everyone in the living room.” he walked toward said room and paused when he saw everyone staring at him. “Oh,” he said softly. “You’re already here.”

“How’d it go?” Seonghwa asked, his hands leaving his hair to wrap around his waist, hugging himself tightly trying to hold himself together.

Hongjoong looked at all of them, the hope on their faces before he left now replaced by slight fear. His eyes focused on Y/n, she was wearing one of Mingi’s hoodies, it practically swallowed her whole, she was holding Jongho’s hand tightly, Mingi’s arm resting behind her on the couch, his hand resting on her shoulder rubbing gently. Yeosang was angled towards her, his hand on her thigh, Yunho was gently rubbing her shin, trying to sooth her nerves. She looked more worried than all of them, and it hurt to see her that way.

“It… i can’t say it went well.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It started off good, but… when I went to tell him about us he cut me off and…”

“And what, Joong-ah?” Wooyoung asked, sitting up straighter. 

Hongjoong shook his head and rested his hands on his hips. “He is, was, a subscriber… he knows her work.”

Seonghwa slowly lowered himself so he was perched on the coffee table, his eyes wide and his face pale. “Seriously?”

San raised his eyebrow. “He just casually told you about the adult content he watches?”

“We were talking about distractions, and being stressed, he said that… you know… is how he relieves his stress.”

“What is?” Yunho raised a brow.

“Masturbation.” Wooyoung sighed. “It’s how I relieve stress… well now i just use my personal fleshlight,” he winked at Y/n.

Jongho groaned and shoved Wooyoung to the floor. “Now is not the time for your vulgarity. This is serious.”

“So? Y/n doesn’t show her face… I don't see a problem.” Yeosang looked at his captain. “Do you think he’d be able to recognize her?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “I don't think he'd be able to recognize her.. But… that’s not all he said.” He stood in front of them, his hands still on his hips. He didn’t want Mingi to think this was his fault, and he certainly didn’t want Y/n to feel like it was hers. “He pulled up your latest video… the one with Mingi. He… well he thinks it is Mingi.”

“What?” Mingi sat up, his hand leaving Y/n’s shoulder. It was his turn to pale. He never showed his face to the camera, Y/n didn’t even notice him set it up either, his studio wasn’t even set up all the way so there's no way any of that could be linked to him, not like Bumjoong had ever been in there anyways.

“He pointed out the voice, the physique, the moles on your back... He’s fucking certain it’s you.” 

“And?” San asked, glancing at Y/n and then back to Hongjoong.

“I denied it of course.” he sighed. “I told him that he was crazy… but, like me, he’s very observant and even more stubborn. He definitely doesn’t believe me, but I did get him to unsubscribe, so… maybe he’ll give it up.”

“He can still view the content until his old renewal date.” Y/n whispered.

“What, jagiya?” Seonghwa said softly, turning towards her.

“He cancelled his subscription, but the website does this fucking stupid thing where it still lets you view your cancelled subscription up until when you were supposed to renew. So, say he paid on the twelfth, it took his money, he cancels on the fifteenth, he’ll have until the next month before it’s back behind a paywall.” she explained. “It’s because they don’t do refunds, and they want you to see what you’re missing out on and potentially give them more money.”

“Well.. i saw him delete the app…” hongjoong frowned.

“Did he delete his account?” Wooyoung raised his eyebrow.

Hongjoong shook his head.

“Then he’s just going to redownload it.” Jongho shook his head. “Mingi did the same thing when he first subscribed.”

“I felt like a creep… but… I resubbed two days later.” he smiled at Y/n. “And I'm glad that I did.”

“And.. well if he continues to view then…” Hongjoong trailed off.

“He already has an NDA.” Yunho pointed out. “And he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, even if that means thinking Mingi does porn… he’ll just not be able to look at Mingi the same way anymore.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “That’s not the point!” he snapped. “The point is he knows. Or at least strongly suspects. The NDA legally gags him, but it doesn’t erase the idea from his head. What if he lets it slip to our parents? They’ll ask Mingi’s mom about it, what do you tell her Mingi?”

Mingi looked down at his hands. “I… I don't know..”

“Exactly! You don’t know! I don’t know either!” Hongjoong ran his hands through his hair, gripping his roots. 

“Joong, calm down.” Seonghwa said, looking at him.

Jongho wrapped his arm around Y/n, who had jumped when Hongjoong yelled. She had never seen him so upset, and it was all because of her technically.

“The only solution is to stop. Take down his videos, and no more Mingi on the page for like a month, just to be safe. ”

“W-what?” Mingi asked quietly, his face wounded. “Y-you can’t just… That’s our… that’s my…” he stuttered, standing up from the couch, his tall frame trembling as he turned to Y/n. “That video…” he turned back to Hongjoong, “it was important… It means something… you just want to erase it? Hide me?”  his voice cracked.

“Mingi, you shared this with all of us, how do we know that he doesn’t also share this kind of stuff with his friends.” Hongjoong sighed. “This whole thing was risky to begin with and now-”

“I’m the risk now?!” Mingi shot back, hot tears streaming down his face. “I get hidden because your brother has a hunch that no one else would be able to point out?!”

Y/n reached out and grabbed Mingi’s hand tightly. It hurt her to see him cry, and hurt her even more to know that her page had caused it. But how were any of them supposed to know that Kim Bumjoong would be a subscriber?

Yeosang looked at Hongjoong, his eyes wide as he watched him and mingi yell at each other. “Hyung,” he said calmly, “Doing that is just a temporary fix… Eventually he will meet Y/n, especially since we want to go public…. What is your plan then?”

“He won’t recognize her.” Hongjoong snapped at the blond.

“Mingi did.” San pointed out. “And then when he pointed it out we all did too. Not by her face, by her voice.”

The air was heavy in the dorm. San was right, Mingi noticed her voice and then her nails, when he told everyone his hunch they immediately agreed remembering her voice instantly. Bumjoong could easily do the same. Hongjoong looked at Y/n, who was still gripping onto Mingi’s arm, tears falling down her cheeks. He felt his throat tighten, he hadn’t meant to make her, or Mingi, cry…

“This secrecy thing is going to blow up in our faces eventually,” Wooyoung sighed, pushing himself up from the floor. “We should just ask KQ if one of us can go public. Get it over with, that way she can be seen with us, that way no one gets a scandal. They can’t pinpoint her content on her because it’s not her real name, there's no face…”

Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong. “We did agree that if they wanted only one of us then we would. We don’t have to air the whole relationship yet, and even if our parents know they are too tied by an NDA. This way she can be seen with all of us, travel with us, stay with us.”

Jongho shook his head with a soft laugh. “Even Wooyoung has good ideas sometimes.”

“It’s a massive decision,” Yunho looked at Mingi, who was trying to dry his tears on his sweatshirt sleeve. “It.. it could change everything forever. An ATEEZ member off the market, an idol bringing his American girlfriend everywhere.”

“But it's better than hiding her forever,” Yeosang pressed a kiss to Y/n’s knee. 

Hongjoong sat on the table next to Seonghwa. “Okay…. But we let KQ decide who, that way Y/n doesn't get accused of favorites and we don’t get into a fist fight.” 

“We should probably plan a way to tell our parents that the Y/n that is in a public relationship with whoever gets chosen is in fact the same one that we’re dating. And then inevitably explain our whole relationship and either get support or cut out of the will.” Seonghwa sighed, he reached over and squeezed Y/n’s knee. “But whatever happens we’ll still be together.”

“No matter what,” Wooyoung stood behind the couch and kissed her head. “You’re stuck with us forever.”

“Well, I can tell you who KQ won't be picking to be the public boyfriend,” Yeosang sighed as he stood up from the ground. “Me. This company hates me so much.”

“Yet they fought so hard to recruit you,” Yunho shook his head. “Fucking despicable.”

“We should pull a Got7,” San suggested. “Fight to own our catalog and dip out of the company.”

Jongho shook his head. “I like the idea, but there’s a lot of legal hoops to get through with that.”

“We could just ask Jaebeom to help us.” Yunho laughed. 

“We’ll talk about this another time, you guys have to get to practice.” Hongjoong stood up. “Mingi…”

Mingi looked down at him, his eyes were finally dry, but he still looked sad.

“I didn’t mean to make this seem like it was your fault, or Y/n’s… and I'm sorry if it came across that way. I just got really scared, I know that no one can pin it on you but… I just got blinded by the what if and what it would do to our careers and her life... A dating scandal is one thing but to be in porn is another.” 

Mingi nodded his head, he understood where Hongjoong was coming from. If he were the captain he’d probably have reacted the same way. “‘S okay Joong.”

Hongjoong hugged Mingi tightly, the size difference laughable.

“Darling, don’t hide Mingi's videos… leave them up. Bumjoong can speculate all he wants, he can’t prove anything.” He said turning to her, even though he would rather her archive them for now he can’t stand seeing Mingi this hurt.

The group dispersed slowly, the atmosphere was still tense, but they knew that everything would be okay in the end. Seonghwa kissed her cheek as he left to change for practice, Wooyoung and San kissing her cheeks at the same time before leaving, Yeosang pressed a light kiss to her lips before reminding her that he and Yunho wouldn’t be home until later, Yunho and Mingi wrapped her in a tight hug before following the others out of the WooJongJoong dorm.

Hongjoong stood in the living room, his eyes on the floor, he was lost in thought. Planning the meeting with KQ in his head, what he would say, what he would like to happen, and how he would tell his parents about the news. He jumped slightly when he felt a small hand slip into his.

“Come with me,” she whispered gently, tugging him down the hall.

He didn’t resist, he’d go anywhere with her. She led him to his bedroom, it was small and neat, she had never been in here before. She closed the door behind them even though they were in an empty dorm. Hongjoong sighed as he clicked on the bedside lamp, he felt like he was going to cry and that’s one of the last things he wants to do in front of her. It’s bad enough she saw him yelling earlier.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

Hongjoong froze. This is exactly what he was afraid of, she thought that she did something wrong.

“This is my fault…” she continued, her eyes glued to his back. “I… I should have been more careful… edited it a bit more. I didn’t even think about the moles on his back.” She felt her eyes begin to sting with tears. “I caused a riff between you and Bumjoong… i… i hurt Mingi-”

Hongjoong turned around and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “No. Don’t you dare think that this is your fault. Y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I didn’t mean to.” He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled like a mix of all of them… she smelled like home. “I’m the one who’s sorry,” he whispered. “I handled everything terribly. I was the one who hurt Mingi, not you. I.. I did hurt you though, letting you believe that you were at fault…”

She leaned back, just enough to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You’re carrying it all, Joong… The captain. The brother. The boyfriend… you’re trying to take care of everyone, and there’s no one to take care of you.”

Hongjoong looked down at her, all he wanted was to forget today. Forget the stress from lunch, forget the way he made the group feel, forget her crying on the couch as he and Mingi screamed at each other, forget the crushing weight in his chest. “I don’t want protection right now,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you to make me forget… I want you to use me. And I want to use you.” His fingers lingered on her cheek before sliding down her neck, resting against her pulse. It was racing. “I want it rough. I want it loud. I want… I need to feel nothing but you.”

He could tell by the way her pupils dilated, her pulse racing, and the slight clench of her thighs that she wanted the same. Y/n nodded her head, her hands resting on his chest.

“And we’re going to film it,” Hongjoong continued. If his brother did continue to view her page he was going to give him something new to speculate. His hand rested around her throat, he watched her eyes flutter slightly, a smirk on his lips. “And the second you’re done, we’re posting it. No edits. No delays.” His hand squeezed gently. “Oh… and you’re going to call me ‘oppa’. Do you understand, darling?”

“Yes, oppa.” she nodded, she didn’t call any of them that.. like ever. Unless she was teasing them, she didn’t think that Hongjoong would want it during sex.. Did the others?

Hongjoong leaned in. “Good girl,” he whispered before crashing his lips into hers. Their teeth clashed together, his tongue slipping into her mouth as if he was claiming her. His hand left her throat and moved to her hips, pulling her body flush against him. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hard cock rub against her.

“Get your phone.” He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Now.”

She pulled her phone from her back pocket, her hands shaking slightly. She unlocked it and clicked the camera app, she was greeted with her own face. Her lips swollen, her face and ears flushed, her pupils blown. She turned it back facing, capturing the rise and fall of Hongjoong’s chest. She hit record.

“Tell them.” he ordered as he pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing nothing underneath. 

She glanced at his arm tattoo, he had athletic tape covering it. She remembered Seonghwa saying that Hongjoong was sore after a practice, maybe it was just a coincidence on the placement?

“Tell them, darling. Tell them who you’re with,” Honjoong reached past the camera and tilted her chin up to him. 

Y/n angled the phone to capture the both of them without getting their faces. Her free hand resting against Hongjoong's bare chest, she smiled up at him as she drug her nails across his chest. “I’m with my oppa tonight,” she said in a sultry tone. “And he’s very mad at the world. So I'm going to let him take it out on me. Every bit of it.”

A small sound escaped Hongjoong. It sounded like a growl mixed with a groan. He grabbed her, turning her so her back was against his chest, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He kissed the side of her neck as his hands slid under her hoodie. “It’s hot in here don’t you think, darling?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. “Yes, oppa.”

Hongjoong laughed lightly into her neck. He loved hearing it come from her lips. “Let’s help you out then.” Hongjoong took the phone and flipped it to front facing, making sure that it was angled at his chest, he placed it on his headboard, leaning it against the wall. The two of them were in frame as he lifted Mingi’s hoodie over her head, he tossed it at the door. 

“Look at you, baby..” he said against her neck as he ran his hands up and down her sides. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he slipped his hands into her shorts. “Oh… no panties?” He turned her slightly as he pulled the black bottoms down, showing the camera the curve of her ass. He let them fall to the ground and she stepped out of them, turning in his arms to face him. Hongjoong’s hands instantly grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. “You were just hoping for this weren't you?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, her arms wrapping around his neck. “But I'm feeling a little underdressed compared to you, oppa.” she pouted.

Hongjoong bit his lip and looked at her with lidded eyes. He honestly never put much thought into being called oppa, and he honestly hated hearing it during send off and concerts.. But hearing it come from her did something to him, it was a direct line to his cock.

Y/n slowly unbuttoned his jeans, her eyes locked with his. She pulled his jeans and briefs down together, sliding them down his thick thighs. Hongjoong took them off the rest of the way, he couldn’t take the slow game anymore. His cock was now free, it was already fully erect, thick and flushed, precum already leaking from his tip. 

“Get on the bed,” he looked down at her, his eyes dark.

Y/n nodded her head. “Yes, oppa.” and she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her knees so she wasn’t blocking the camera. 

“Face them,” Hongjoong ordered as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, preparing himself for her cunt. Y/n did as she was told and turned towards the camera, her face wasn’t in frame, all you could really see was her tits and a little of her waist. Hongjoong climbed on the bed behind her, his knees sinking into the mattress. He rested his hands on her hips. “Such a good girl,” he whispered as he rubbed her hips.

He didn’t ask if she was ready, he didn’t guide himself in. He just took himself in his hand and pushed into her with one, deep thrust.

“Oppa!” she cried, her hands gripping the headboard. She glanced over her shoulder at Hongjoong, who was staring at the way her ass bounced as he thrusted in and out of her. The stretch was immediate, his cock filling her in a way that only his could. It was strange how her pussy molded to each of their cocks, maybe she really was made just for them.

Hongjoong’s eyes rolled back. “Shibal… you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.” he moaned, his thrusts never stopping. His pace was nothing but a brutal, punishing speed. Each pull out was to his tip and he’d slam back in, a deep hard thrust that made her shake the headboard.

On the screen all you could see was the bounce of her tits and Hongjoong's hands digging into her.

“o..oppa , you’re so deep…” she moaned.

Hongjoong leaned forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. “I fucking love it when you call me that.” he groaned. He continued to fuck her brutally, the room was filled with the slapping of skin against skin, the rhythmic thud of the headboard hitting the wall, and their moans and breaths.

“Fuck…” y/n moaned. “Y..you’re so big, oppa.” 

“Damn right,” Hongjoong grunted. “And you’re going to take all of me, right? Every last bit of frustration? You’re going to be bruised by the time I'm done with you, darling,” he smacked her ass, causing her to moan again. “My good girl. My perfect, filthy girl. Letting me use this perfect cunt to forget my own name.”

Y/n bit her lip as a whimper escaped her throat. She felt herself clench around his cock, she was getting closer. This angle allowed him to hit her perfectly, making her toes curl with each thrust.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Hongjoong whispered in her ear. “You want oppa to let you cum?”

“Yes, please.. Please oppa let me cum.” she whined.

Hongjoong laughed and shook his head. “Not yet, baby.” He pulled out of her, causing a different whine to escape her.

“What-”

He grabbed the phone and rested it on the bedside table. He made sure the angle was right before he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, placing her head onto his pillows out of frame. “I want to see your face when you cum all over this cock.” he knelt between her legs, and thrust his cock back into her, the wet squelch that escaped her leaking cunt made Hongjoong groan. If he could sample it he would. He hooked his hands under her knees and forced her legs up towards her shoulders. 

The angle change allowed his resumed pace to hit her in a new depth. Each rapid thrust making her see stars, the headboard still thumping against the wall. She grabbed onto his bicep for support as she squeezed her eyes shut a loud groan escaping her lips.

“Look at me!” he demanded, slowing his thrusts to a deep, sensual roll of his hips that rubbed his pelvis directly against her clit. He reached out and rested his hand on her throat, applying enough pressure to slightly restrict her breathing but not enough to cause alarm.

She opened her eyes, her nails digging into his bicep. She watched his face as he stared down at her, his eyes dark and feral. 

“Who do you belong to?” he panted, rolling his hips into her once more.

She arched her back, she could feel herself nearing her orgasm.

Hongjoong’s other hand came and landed a harsh slap to her cheek. “Who do you belong to?” he repeated.

“You! You, oppa! Only you!” she cried out.

“Again,” he ordered.

“You! I belong to oppa… only you Joo-” 

Hongjoong cut her off with a kiss, his hips resuming their rapid pace, his hand still applying pressure on her neck. He leaned back, looking down at her with lidded eyes. “Cum. Cum all over my cock. Show them what I do to you, how well you take your oppa.”

“Fuck!” she yelled out, her back arching off the bed. Her cunt pulsed around him rapidly, gripping his still thrusting cock in a tight hold. A hot gush of her release came out, soaking his cock and his thighs, the wet squirting sound unmistakable even over their breaths, moans, and the thumping against the wall. Her legs shook violently, still bent up to her shoulders.

Hongjoong continued his rapid pace, his eyes glued to her as she came undone around him. 

“Oppa…” she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows as another orgasm built up.

With a low groan he drove into her one last time, burying himself completely and holding deep inside her. His body went stiff, every muscle in his stomach twitching in the low lighting. She felt him deep inside her, his hot release flooding her. Each spurt seemed to last forever, a hot claiming rush that filled her cunt completely. Hongjoong grunted with each stream, his hips jerking as he milked his release.

He collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms on either side of her head, his body trembling with aftershocks. He was still buried inside her, both of them panting, slick with sweat and a mixture of their fluids. He stayed there, connected for a while as they came down from their high. Y/n reached out and ended the video before tangling her hand in his dark hair.

Slowly, Hongjoong pulled out, a small whimper slipping through his lips. He rolled onto his back beside her, an arm thrown over his eyes. His dominating energy now gone, leaving behind a mix of emotions. 

Wordlessly, Y/n got up. Her legs were unsteady, their shared release slipping down her thighs, but she was a woman on a mission. She left the room quietly and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, she stopped by the bathroom on her way back grabbing a washcloth and running warm water over it. She slipped back into the room and closed the door gently. 

She set the water on the bedside table and started with his face. She ran the warm cloth over him, wiping the sweat away from his brow and temples, running it over his jawline. She cleaned his neck, his chest, and moved down with soft, thorough strokes. She made sure to be especially gentle around his softening cock and his balls, wiping away their mixed release. 

“Drink, Joongie.” she said softly as she held the bottle to his lips.

He complied, his eyes still covered. She set the bottle back on the table and ran her fingers through his damp hair, her other hand pulling his arm away from his eyes. She began to massage his arm gently, working her way up relieving the tension from each muscle.

Hongjoong let her, his breathing now slow. His jaw was clenched, and he swallowed thickly. He was being cared for. After the strom, he created, he was being calmed.

As she leaned over him and began to work his other arm, her focus solely on giving him comfort, caring for the man that cared for everyone else. She felt his body shake, and not with aftershocks. 

She glanced down at him.

Tears were streaming silently down his face, his eyes still closed. He cracked. He didn’t want to cry in front of her, but her caring for him when he usually does it for her, it was too much. This was the release of everything, the pressure of leadership, the fear of ridicule, the guilt over fighting earlier, the shock of Bumjoong’s accusations, the worry for the future.

“Joongie?” she whispered, her own eyes beginning to well with tears. She never liked seeing him cry. Seeing it on stage during songs, or when someone decides to ruin her day and post the video of predebut hongjoong crying in his car… it always broke her heart to see him cry. And seeing it in person shattered her heart completely.

He didn’t open his eyes, he just grabbed for her hand, intertwining their fingers, gripping her desperately. He brought their hands up to his lips and pressed a trembling kiss to her knuckles. His lip lingered, pressing harder, as if he could leave an indentation of himself against her hand. A quiet sob escaped his throat, his fingers tightening around hers.

Y/n shifted closer, lying down next to him. Her free hand cupped his cheek, his skin damp from the tears. She crushed them away, her touch as light as a feather. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Hongjoong exhaled shakily, his long lashes fluttering before he finally opened his eyes. His pupils were still dilated, the darkness swallowing his brown eyes, now rimmed red from crying. He looked vulnerable.

She didn’t say anything, words felt inadequate. Instead, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling. His hand left hers, his arms choosing to wrap around her waist instead pulling her flush against him. He didn’t want to let her go, not now, not ever.

Hongjoong buried his face in her neck, his shoulders shaking slightly as he let it all out. Y/n held him tightly, her fingers threading through his hair as she let him cry. His tears hot against her skin as he clutched onto her, her fingers massaging his scalp in slow soothing movements.

For a long moment they stayed like that, tangled together in silence as he continued to cry. Y/n pressed her lips to the crown of his head, she still didn’t speak, waited for him to get it all out.

Hongjoong sniffled against her neck, his breath fanning over her skin, his tears had subsided, and he felt embarrassed that he cried in front of her. “I…” he whispered. “I’m…”

“It’s okay Joong…” she whispered. “Take your time.. I’m not going anywhere.” 

He doesn’t know what he was trying to say. He was sorry he made her feel like this was her fault, he was worried about the meeting with KQ, he was scared about the future. His mind was overwhelmed with emotions and thoughts,  he wasn’t sure he could even form a proper sentence. 

Hongjoong leaned back, his eyes finding hers. He didn’t say anything else. His fingers brushed her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw, she leaned into him, her eyes closing briefly. She pressed a gentle kiss to his palm.

“I love you, Joong.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

As Hongjoong looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms he made the decision. Tomorrow he was going to talk to management about one of them going public with this relationship, it wasn't fair to Y/n to keep her behind closed doors. She deserved to be shown off, she deserved to be seen, and experience Korea without the fear of someone catching them together. She had been here two months and the only time she's been out was shopping and dinners and lunches, she hasn't really been anywhere else. 

It didn't matter who would be the one to get the opportunity to have her in the public eye, what mattered was that none of them would have to worry about someone seeing them. Granted whoever it was would have to tag along to every date just so it wouldn't look weird. The members had talked about it and they didn't care who it was, they'd even let the company pick. They all had messages drafted out to their families explaining the complete nature of their relationship. They didn't care that it was weird, that it was unheard of, they all loved her and she loved them that's all that really matters. 

Hongjoong moved a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. He didn't care what anyone had to say, he didn't care if his parents disowned him because of it, he didn't even care that Bumjoong would potentially see this video, and he definitely didn't care that Bumjoong knew what the inside of his room looked like. All he cared about was Y/n and his members, that's all he needed for the rest of his life.

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“Jagiya!!” Wooyoung sang as he walked into the YunSangY/n dorm, a huge grin on his face and something in his hand. “Where are you?”

Y/n and Yeosang walked out of her room, confusion on both of their faces. “What is it, Woo?”

Wooyoung’s smile turned into a suggestive grin. “What were you two doing? We’re you fucking?”

Yeosang’s ears turned bright red. “No!” he shook his head. “I was helping her with her videogame.”

“Uh huh… sure,” wooyoung chuckled.

“It’s true! I needed him for an NPC.” 

Wooyoung shook his head. “I believe you,” he said sarcastically. “I’m sure that’s all you were doing.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. “Whatever.” He leaned against the back of the couch. “So what do you want, Wooyoung. You just burst in here, calling out to her like a siren.”

“I can’t just want to see my girlfriend?” he pouted, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s shoulder and planting a wet kiss on her cheek. “I have been with management all day and missed her beautiful face and sexy body.”

“You only like me for my looks, got it.” Y/n teased.

“Oh, honey,” Wooyoung looked at her, “I love you, mind, body and soul. I'd get down on one knee and propose right now if Seonghwa didn’t think he deserved your hand because he’s the eldest.” he rolled his eyes. “But.. I did get an amazing solo schedule today.”

“Oh really? what is it?”

“I’ll tell you, but… I want you to come with me, I already talked to the company, they said it would be fine if you tagged along, at least for the travel and stay.. just not the event.” Wooyoung looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please, jagiya… come with me?”

Y/n looked at Yeosang, who was staring at his bandmate. This was a pretty big deal. The only solo schedule she had attended was Jongho’s first pitch and that was a complete surprise, even the company didn’t know about it, but he apparently told Hongjoong. KQ didn’t even scold Jongho because no rumors or anything came of it, surprisingly.

“I.. sure?”

“You will?”

“Yes.” she nodded. Wooyoung smiled and began to jump around. “I’ll go with you. Now please tell me what I just agreed to.” she laughed lightly.

He held out what was in his hand, two plane tickets, first class. “We, my dear, are going to Paris. The city of love,” he kissed her cheek as she took the tickets from him. “I’m going to Fashion Week, unfortunately you are staying in the hotel, but when I'm done with everything we’ll have like, three days to spend together, completely alone.”

Yeosang looked from Wooyoung to Y/n. This was a big deal, she’d be out of the country with just him and in the city of love… Yeosang hated to admit it but he was jealous. “Enjoy your solo schedule, at least you get them.” He rolled his eyes and walked back down the hall to his room.

“Yeo-” Y/n reached after him, but wooyoung pulled her back against him.

“Don’t worry, jagiya he’s just jealous,” he held her hands in his, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles. “He’ll get over it eventually, trust me.” He kissed her hand. “But seriously, I am so excited that you agreed. I’ll get to have you all to myself, no managers, no seven other guys fighting to steal you from me. Just you, me, and our glorious hotel room. We’ll order room service, wear those fancy robes, and… well I have a few ideas that would make your content page a bestseller.”

Y/n laughed. “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm.” Wooyoung nodded, his eyes dropping to her lips. “I’ll tell you all about them on the flight. It’s a private jet by the way, so if you wanted to…”

“No mile high club!” Yunho shouted as he walked through the living room and to his bedroom. 

“Where was he?” Wooyoung looked around with wide eyes.

“He was in the kitchen making tteokbokki,” she laughed. This was something that happened often, whenever she was having a moment with one of the members, if anyone else was around, they would always interject to ‘kill the mood’. It never really happened though, they’d always pick up right where they left off.

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow.” Wooyoung smiled widely.

“Tomorrow?!” Y/n yelled. “I have to go pack.” she dropped his hands and ran to her room, wooyoung followed her, chuckling lightly. “What’s the weather like? Is it hot? Are we going to go anywhere fancy?” she began to look through her closet. “We’re only going to be gone for, what, three days and two nights?” She grabbed a few pajama sets, one was shorts and one was pants. “Do you speak French? I took, like, one class when I was sixteen, but I only remember how to ask for the bathroom. Do you think we should-”

Wooyoung walked over to her and pressed his lips against hers, effectively silencing her ramblings. “Baby, we’ll be okay. Just pack the essentials, I will literally buy you a new wardrobe when we get there.” he rested his hands on her hips, kneading her skin gently. “Designer clothes, expensive shoes, whatever you want baby..”

“I don't want you spending anything on me, Woo,” she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t like when you guys buy me super expensive things, it gives me heart palpitations.”

“Baby, you’re dating eight kpop idols with expensive taste and a love language of gift giving. You’re going to get a ton of expensive gifts.” he kissed her lips again quickly. “Now finish packing, while I go tell the others you’re going to be gone for the weekend.”

Wooyoung waved to the cameras as he walked through the airport, Y/n a few steps ahead of him with his manager. His eyes were trained on her under his sunglasses, keeping her in his sight at all times. KQ told him that she couldn’t walk with him in the airport, once they got to the plane he could do whatever he wanted. When they landed in Paris it was the same thing, she would walk with the manager ahead of him and he would walk with a few of the staff behind them. He so badly wanted to hold her hand, walk with her though the airport and not care. But the company wasn’t ready for that yet.

When they got onto the private plane the staff sat in the front leaving the two of them to sit in the back alone. Wooyoyung wrapped his arm around her and kissed her temple. 

“Are you excited, jagiya?”

“This is the second time I've been on a plane… so.. Nervous more than anything.” Y/n laughed lightly. “But, for the trip, I am excited to spend time with you, after your fashion show.”

Wooyoung nodded. “Well, I know how we can pass the time.”

“Yunho and Seonghwa specifically said no mile high club, Woo.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Plus, your staff is right over there.”

“I wasn’t talking about that. Let’s just.. Ask each other questions, to pass the time. Get to know each other a little better.” He leaned his head against the back of his seat, his eyes trained on her. “I know you, but I'd like to know more of you.”

“What kind of questions?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “Are you going to ask me my favorite color? My favorite song? What do I want to be when I grow up?” she teased.

“Black, Sinking by Big Ocean, and you wanted to be a mortician.” he answered. “But I was thinking of maybe some… not so safe for work questions.”

Y/n’s cheeks started to burn. “Like what?”

“Well, let's start safe… First kiss?”

“I was eight or nine, it was my best friends older brother-”

“How much older? Should we call someone?”

“He was literally eleven, so not going on a list or anything.” she rolled her eyes. “It was just a simple kiss, I had a crush on him for years and I don't know it just happened.” she shrugged.

Wooyoung nodded. “Mine was when I was like thirteen, it was on a school trip. We snuck off and.. Well, we kissed right before we got found out.” he took her hand in his. “Ask a question, pretty.”

Y/n didn’t know what she wanted to ask. “Do you have a name for your dick?”

Wooyoung laughed loudly. “What the hell, jagiya?”

“What some people have a name for their genitalia!" she defended.

“I’ve never really thought about it, I usually just call it my cock. Do you have a name for your..”

“No,” she shook her head.

Wooyoung nodded his head. “Alright, I guess we’re allowed to ask riskier questions. Hmm..” he tapped his finger to his chin. “Well, I can't ask you about your first time because I've seen it. Hwa was such a gentleman with you.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Would you ever have sex in public?”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed. “I.. Well, technically I have.. Twice?” 

Wooyoung’s eyes widened. “When? With who?”

“Well, San in the dressing room, and Mingi in the car, we were parked in a still public place.” she answered. “I guess three if you count San and I doing hand stuff under the blanket at movie night.”

Wooyoung stared at her, his mouth open. “You.. During How to Train Your Dragon?"

She nodded.

“If i would have known that was a possibility i would have put up more of a fight.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe that… I would like to try it in public, but being an idol.. It’s worse for me if I get found out. Maybe we can try a dressing room sometime.” he winked.

“Do you own any toys?” she asked.

Wooyoung shook his head. “No, i just use my hand.” he flexed his fingers. “But now I have you, so I'll just use your sweet cunt. My own personal fleshlight.” he smiled.

“Please.. Don’t call me that.” she cringed.

“If it comes out during sex I can't help it.” he shrugged. “You just feel so good, like you were made for it.”

Y/n shifted in her seat. While she didn’t like the nickname, she could picture Wooyoung calling her that while roughly slamming into her, maybe even having a hand on her throat, and it made her wet.

“What is a kink that you have, that you don’t think any of us would be into?” Wooyoung had pondered this question a lot. They all knew she was into praise, she was into dry humping with Yeosang, size kink with Mingi and Yunho, he and Hongjoong had found out that she likes choking, slapping, biting and degradation.. But he had always wondered if there was a kink she wasn’t telling them about.

“I… well if you really want to know..” she turned in her seat to face him, her voice coming out in a whisper even though the staff definitely couldn’t hear them from all the way back here. “Somnophilia.” 

Wooyoung’s eyes widened.

“I like the aspect of being woken up by my partner inside me, using me…” she explained. 

“W-why haven’t you said anything?” he asked, shifting in his seat to hide his hardening cock. He never expected for her to be into that, and the idea of waking her up by using her cunt was turning him on more than it probably should have.

“I don’t know, I thought you guys would think it’s weird.” she shrugged. “I mean, jongho kissed me in my sleep one time and he felt really gross about it. I just didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable.”

He squeezed her hand. “You could never make us uncomfortable, baby. And honestly, i think that it’s really fucking hot. The idea of waking you up with my cock…” he bit his lip. “Its fucking exciting. And we’re consenting adults, if it gets too much we know when to stop.”

Y/n nodded her head. She didn't expect to be telling any of her boyfriends about this kink, and she definitely didn’t expect one of them to actually be into it. “Well… we have the weekend to explore it.”

Wooyoung’s eyes darkened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” she nodded. “If you want we can experiment with it tonight.”

His heart started to beat rapidly, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. “So, if i come back late… if you’re asleep..” his eyes were watching her intensely, she nodded her head, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth. “You wouldn’t mind if I…?”

“Woo… baby,” she leaned over to him, her lips brushing against his ear. “I give you full consent to do whatever you want with me while I'm asleep. And you can even film it…” She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear before sitting back in her seat.

“G-good to know.” he stuttered, getting up from his seat.

“Where are you going?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Well, jagiya, our little chat has given me a raging hard on, and i will not be able to sit through a ten hour flight if i don’t feel some kind of release, so me and my hand are going to join the mile high club in the bathroom.” he kissed her forehead and walked to the bathroom.

He was excited about tonight, and not because of his schedule, but because of what would be waiting for him in the hotel room.

When they got to the hotel Wooyoung was immediately pulled away for hair and makeup. Y/n didn’t think that they would be arriving the day of, she thought that the event was tomorrow. So she spent all day in the hotel room by herself, she edited the video of her and Mingi and posted it, and began working on editing the video with Jongho. Seonghwa had videochatted her for an hour, talking about how much he missed her, San and mingi crashing their chat and saying they missed her more. Mingi offered to catch a flight so she wouldn’t be alone, but San quickly shut it down by saying that the flight would be too long and Wooyoung would be back before mingi even landed. The rest of the members eventually filtered in, Hongjoong asking her how the flight was, Yunho making sure that the mile high club didn’t gain any new members. They laughed when she told them that Wooyoung joined himself. 

They told her goodnight as it was eight at night in Paris and three in the morning in Korea. She had decided to shower, having nothing else to do really. When she got out she looked at the pajamas she packed, the conversation they had on the plane coming into her head. “If i come back late… if you’re asleep…” she felt her cunt clench at the thought of him coming back tonight. The idea of him touching her while she slept, of him using her in such a trusting way, it made her body feel hot. It wasn’t just about the physical act, it was about the complete surrender, the gift of her body to him. She’d given him permission to use her. Freely.

She decided to take a page out of seonghwa’s book and sleep naked that night. She slipped between the cool, high thread count sheets, the expensive linen clinging to her legs and back. She sent a text to Seonghwa and told him he was really onto something and attached a photo of her bare hip in under the blanket, she knew in the morning she’d be waking up to a dozen unanswered phone calls, maybe even some whiny voicenotes, perhaps even a video of him whining as he pictured her naked in the hotel bed as he jerked himself in his bed at home. And the thought of that put a smile on her face as she set her phone on the bedside table.

The lights were off, the city lights painting the walls of the white room in an ambient glow of yellow and blue. Y/n fell asleep thinking of Wooyoung’s smile, his mischievous grin when he was about to say something completely unhinged or sexual, the way his ears turned red on the plane as they talked about their kinks.

Wooyoung sat restlessly during the event. The clothes were art, the people beautiful, the champagne however, tasted cheap. His mind wasn’t in the room though, his mind was focused solely on the hotel, the room, on Y/n. He smiled at the cameras, gave interviews, posed for photos with other ambassadors, he was making his obligatory appearance, waiting for a chance to run to the exit. His heart wasn’t in it tonight, every minute felt like an hour, he wanted to be with Y/n.

He left the after party within the first five minutes,  saying something to his manager about being tired, ‘you know, jet lag and all that.’ and it wasn’t a lie. Wooyoung was tired, but not in the sleepy kind, he was tired of not being where he truly wanted to be. The car ride back was silent, he was counting down the minutes to the hotel. When he saw the building in view he didn’t even let the manager come to a complete stop before he was bolting out of the car and through the door. The elevator was slow and old, every floor the door would open and someone would get off. He leaned his head back against the wall, three more floors to go.

When the doors finally opened to his floor he bolted, moving briskly down the hall to their room. He pushed the door open with a careful click, unsure if she’d actually be sleeping or not. It was almost midnight, and she had been up all day.

The room was dark. His eyes adjusted, and he saw her on the bed, the curve of her body highlighted by the moonlight. She was on her side, facing the window, her back to him, one arm tucked under her head. The white sheet was pulled to her waist, leaving her back bare and exposed, the line of her spine descending to the dip of her lower back, the shape of her hips hinted at in the darkness. She was completely nude. The permission she had given him echoed in his mind, transforming the quiet scene into something intense, something hot. Wooyoung’s pulse quickened, his cock once again hardening just at the thought of her.

He moved silently, his clothes suddenly feeling restrictive. He peeled them off piece by piece, tossing the black shirt and pants into the arm chair, not worried about it being wrinkly in the morning. He stood next to the bed in just his black boxer briefs, his lean frame illuminated in the moonlight. His first thought was the camera.

She had brought her camera, the one that she used most of the time, he figured it’d be better than using her phone. He opened her bag and pulled it out. He powered it on, recording the bed, he angled it carefully on the nightstand, making sure that her face and his wouldn't be in frame. He adjusted it until the frame captured the length of the bed and the shape of her body, but nothing else. He leaned back and looked at the tattoo on his forearm, he grabbed the athletic tape from his bag and slapped a strip on, doing the same to the tattoo on his ribs. He didn’t bother with the one on his back because his back wouldn’t be shown.

Wooyoung stepped up to the bed, his abdomen and lower body in view of the camera. The sight of her sleeping, so vulnerable and so given, made his cock stiffen even more. The camera captured it straining against the black fabric. He could see the curve of her ass now, the way the sheet barely covered her. He knelt on the mattress next to her, the fabric shifting under his weight, exposing her ass fully to him and the camera. His movements were gentle and slow, he didn’t want to wake her just yet. He wanted to begin while she was asleep, to let the sensation of him fucking her seep into her dreams and pull her into consciousness through pleasure.

His hand rested on her hip, her skin cool under his hot palm. His touch was light, his finger tips brushing over her smooth skin. He traced from her hip to the back of her thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps as they moved. Wooyoung shifted closer, his body sliding closer to hers. He pulled his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard cock, the head already dark and leaking with precum. He let it rest against her ass, the heat between the two of them contrasting the cool air in the hotel room.

Wooyoung leaned over, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder before he hovered above her ear. “Baby,” he whispered, not to wake her, but to see if she’d stir. His left hand slid from her hip and up her side, he slid it over her soft stomach and down to the sweet part between her legs. He choked back a groan as his fingers found her cunt, warm and waiting for him. He parted her with two fingers, feeling the slickness already there, even in her sleep she was ready. He pushed one finger inside, slowly, feeling the heat of her cunt and the walls relaxed around him. Y/n stirred slightly, a small shift of her shoulders, but her eyes didn’t open. Wooyoung added another finger, scissoring them slowly, stretching her entrance.

His right hand rested on the bed next to her back, and he began to grind his cock against the plush skin of her ass. The friction made him bite his lip, his cock sliding against her, the head of his cock leaving streaks of precum against her skin. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, a growing slickness that made his fingers move with ease. He worked his fingers in a gentle pace, in and out, not deep but persistent. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, a soft kiss, his teeth grazing her skin. He bit down gently, a bite that was more pressure than pain, a claim to the camera that she was his.

Y/n’s breathing changed. A deeper inhale, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her back arched a little, pressing her ass fully against his grinding cock. Her eyelids fluttered, she was waking up, being pulled from sleep by the sensation of his fingers filling her cunt and his body rocking against her. This is what she wanted. Wooyoung felt the shift, felt the moment her consciousness came to. He leaned closer, his whisper directly into her ear.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful like this. Letting me have you.”

Her eyes opened, hazy and unfocused for a second before adjusting to the dark room. The feeling of him inside her now clearer. A slow smile touched her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him as he continued to grind his cock against her ass. “Woo…”

“You said I could,” he whispered, his fingers curling inside her, pressing against a spot that made her gasp. “You said I could use you… like the filthy slut you are.”

“Yes,” she breathed, a small moan escaping her throat. “Yes.”

Wooyoung pulled out his fingers, and brought them to his mouth. He needed to taste her, even if it was just from his fingers. He slipped his digits into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, she tasted as sweet as he remembered. He sucked his fingers clean, watching her watch him with dark and hungry eyes. He pulled his hand away from his mouth and gripped her hips, he turned her onto her back, her body completely exposed to him and the camera.

The sight was breathtaking. Her breasts were soft, the nipples already hard from arousal and the cold air, the curve of her stomach, the way the moonlight made her cunt glisten in the wetness he had pulled out of her. Her legs parted slightly, inviting him between them, and he wasn’t going to turn it down. Wooyoung knelt between her thighs, his cock resting hard against her lower stomach. He leaned down and claimed her mouth with his.

The kiss started tenderly, a personification of him missing her throughout the night. He tasted sleep on her, the faint minty taste of her toothpaste, and she smelled of her strawberry body wash. He licked her lower lip, letting her know that he wasn’t asking for entrance, he was taking it. His tongue slipped into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Y/n responded immediately, her hands coming up to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The kiss grew urgent, their mouths silently saying I missed you, I want you, I need you, now. 

Their tongues slid against each other, their breaths mingled, hot and rapid. Wooyoung broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her chin, her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. His teeth grazed it, another gentle bite as a claim. Y/n arched her back, a moan escaping her throat again.

Wooyoung moved lower, his kisses hot and opened mouth, leaving a path of saliva down her sternum, over her stomach and down to her cunt. He didn’t hesitate, he spread her legs wider, his palms on her inner thighs, his fingers gripping her skin gently. He bent his head down to her cunt. He moaned at the sight of her, her pussy glistening with her juices, her clit waiting for him. He licked her cunt, a flat firm stroke from her entrance all the way to her clit. Her hips jerked off the bed, he did it again, then focused on the sensitive clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly.

Y/n’s hands flew to his hair, gripping his dark locks tightly. Her moans were continuous now, soft gasps rising in pitch as he worked his tongue over her clit. Wooyoung added two fingers again, sliding them back inside while he continued to work her clit. He could feel her cunt clutching around his fingers, the rhythmic clenches of her walls a tell tale sign that her orgasm was coming. He fucked her with his fingers, fast and deep, curling them to press against her gspot. His tongue continuing to stimulate her most sensitive part.

“Woo… baby i’m.. Im gonna-” she choked out.

Wooyoung didn’t stop. He continued to move his fingers and tongue in tandem, his movements becoming faster. Her body tightened, her back arching off the mattress. A high pitched cry escaped her as her orgasm hit. He felt her cunt clamp hard around his fingers, a vicious squeeze that made him moan into her. Her wetness gushed out, covering his hand, dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets. He kept his mouth on her, sucking gently now as she trembled, her legs shaking on either side of his head.

When the trembling stopped, Wooyoung pulled back, he licked his lips, his chin wet with her release. He watched her through lidded eyes as she panted on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed in pure bliss. He knelt on his knees, his cock throbbing, aching for her cunt. He gripped his shaft, pumping it twice before guiding it to her drenched cunt. He didn’t ask, didn’t wait for her to stir, he pushed in, a slow steady thrust that made her eyes snap open.

“Woo,” Y/n moaned as he filled her.

His cock was long and slender, but veiny like his arms, he filled her deeply, her cunt moulding around him with ease. Wooyoung continued to push forward until his hips met hers, he was fully inside her heat. He paused, letting her feel him, letting him savor the feeling of her cunt fluttering around him. He looked down at where they were connected, her pussy lips hugging his shaft, stretched around him. His eyes darkened at the way his body disappeared into hers, like she was made just for him.

Wooyoung pulled out almost all the way, then thrusted back in harshly, setting a pace that was intense and rapid. He wasn’t gentle, he was desperate for her. The need to be with her, claim this time to himself, he translated his want into each thrust. He pounded into her, deep and relentless, his hips crashing into hers with each thrust. The bed creaked under them, her moans loud and unfiltered in the room, each impact of his body against hers making a cry or gasp escape her.

Wooyoung grabbed her hands, pushing them above her head, pinning them there with one of his. Their fingers locked together. He held her down, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his other hand gripping her hip tightly, hard enough to bruise. He shifted her slightly, tilting her hips to take him deeper. His eyes locked onto hers.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “Taking me like this, sucking me in… like my own fucking fleshlight.” He threw his head back, sweat dripping from his temple. “After I fucked you awake with my fingers…. God.”

Wooyoung increased his speed, his thrusts becoming harder, his cock plunging into her with so much force that it shook her body. Her breasts bounced with each impact, a jiggle that he was mesmerized by. Her face was full of pleasure, her lips parted, moans escaping her, her eyes rolling back then focusing back on him, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners. 

He bent down, his mouth claiming hers again. This kiss was messy and wet, their tongues clashing, their teeth hitting, their breaths hot. He fucked her through the kiss, the sensation of his cock inside her, her hands pinned, his tongue invading her mouth overwhelmed her. She could feel him everywhere, and she loved it. Her moans were swallowed by him, his groans vibrating into her mouth.

He released her hands, but she kept them above her head, her wrists crossed in voluntary submission. Wooyoung gripped her hip with his left hand, his right hand resting against her neck, squeezing slightly. He thrusted into her rapidly, pulling her against him with each thrust his cock slamming into her, The sound of her wet cunt around his cock filling the room with a sick squelch, the slapping of her skin against his mingling in. Her cunt coated his cock, the wetness dripping down him, his thighs coated, the bedsheets coated.

“Cum again,” he commanded, squeezing her throat tighter. “Cum for me.. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of him squeezing her neck. It wasn’t enough to restrict her air wave, but enough to make her feel stimulated.

Wooyoung let go of her hip and slapped her cheek. “I said cum for me, slut..”

Her back arched as he continued to slam into her. Her cunt spasmed around him rapidly, clenching him tightly. She let out a loud moan, her hand gripping the wrist at her neck.

 Wooyoung felt it, another wave of clenches followed by a gush of wetness freshly coating his cock. He fucked her harder, his own orgasm bulding within him. He leaned down and bit her shoulder, not gentle this time, a harsh bite. His teeth sunk into her flesh, definitely going to leave a mark. Y/n cried out, her cunt clenching around him harder.

Her body convulsed underneath him, shuddering against his skin. Her cunt clamped down around his cock, trying to draw his release out. Her back arched, her chest meeting his. A series of gasping, sobbing moans leaving her mouth as her legs shook around him. She was a masterpiece, and he watched it all, his thrusts never stopping as he rode through her orgasm.

The sight of her coming undone around him, tears escaping her eyes from the intense pleasure, triggered his release. He gave one last deep thrust, his cock buried deep, as deep as he could go. A low groan escaped his throat, his hot thick flood of cum filling her cunt. He pressed his hips into hers, ensuring every last drop went inside.  He felt his cock twitch inside her, each pulse matched with a thrust of his hips, he kept cumming, his eyes locked on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blissed out expression on her face.

Wooyoung dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his breath coming out short and rapid, his hips stilled, his body trembling slightly. He didn’t pull out, wanting to keep them joined forever. He took her in his arms, his chest against hers, their sweaty skin sticking together. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her tear stained cheeks. 

“That was…” she whispered.

“Everything,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “You did so good, baby.”

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, the only sound was their breaths slowly returning to normal, and the faint hum of the camera. Wooyoung reluctantly pulled out, his cock dripping out with a soft wet sound. His eyes watched as his cum began to seep out of her cunt. He kissed her stomach, then her pelvis, and then kissed her pussy in a tender, messy kiss that tasted of the both of them. 

He leaned back, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached over and turned the camera off, and turned on the lamp. The soft glow illuminated their bodies, the mess, and the overall intimacy they just shared. Wooyoung looked at the camera and smiled.

“We should watch that later.”

Y/n nodded, her eyes sleepy again. “Yeah.”

Wooyoung pulled her close again, her head resting on his chest, his hand running through her sweaty hair, his other hand holding hers tightly. 

“I missed you all day,” he murmured into her hair.

“I missed you too,” she whispered back, pressing a kiss to his chest. His skin was warm beneath her, the scent of his cologne and sex filling her lungs. Her free hand traced patterns on his chest.

Wooyoung tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Good,” he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Because I'm not done with you yet.”

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“I’ve never been to a baseball game before,” Y/n said as she looked out the window at the scenery passing by.

Jongho laughed from the driver's seat. “Really? Never?”

Y/n shook her head. “No, it’s not really my thing. My dad doesn’t really watch sports, and I'm an only child so…” she shrugged. “I’ve seen it in, like, movies and tv shows.”

“So if I asked you what inning we were in, you wouldn’t be able to tell me.” 

“What’s an inning?” she looked at him with a tilt of her head.

Jongho laughed again, the sound filling the car. “I love you,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I will give you a run down when the game starts, if you have any questions I will be happy to answer.”

Y/n nodded and squeezed his hand. “Aren’t we getting there a little early? Don’t they usually not start until like 6? It’s only 5.”

“I… I may have a slight schedule to do.” He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. “But it won’t be long, okay?”

“While you’re doing this schedule, am I sitting alone in the stands?” she pouted.

Jongho brought their hands up and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “I mean, you can come backstage with me if you want to, we’ll just say you’re like my assistant or something.”

Y/n looked down at the dress she was wearing. “I don’t think this is appropriate attire for an assistant.” 

Jongho pulled into the parking lot to the stadium and turned to her. He looked at her outfit. It was still really hot in Korea despite it being so close to fall, so she was in a thin cotton dress that rested just above her knee, it was strapless and showed a bit of cleavage, but not too much for it to be too obscene. Jongho thought that she looked beautiful, as always, and if he didn’t have a schedule today he would just not go to the game and go back home to the empty dorm and spend the entire day having her moan out his name in every room of the WooJongJoong dorm.

“I think you look gorgeous,” he squeezed her hand. “We don’t have to say you're my assistant, if you want to sit in our seats and wait that’s fine too. I’ll be like… thirty minutes tops. Manager-nim will be right with you so you don’t have to worry about people looking at you weird.”

“Why would they look at me weird?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Because you’re a young, gorgeous woman at a baseball game by herself. They might think you’re lonely and invite you to join their group, and someone might try and flirt with you. I can compete with the other members, but a random hot Korean, I don't think I'd stand a chance.” Jongho laughed lightly.

Y/n rolled her eyes and kissed him gently. “Jongho,” she pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. “I wouldn’t even think of looking at or joining anyone else. You are the only one I'm here for, it’s Choi Jongho or nothing.” she smiled. “I’ll wait for you in the stands, but you have to bring me back some samgyeupsal.”

“Oh you’ve never been here but you know what concessions they have?” he teased.

“Oh yeah. If I'm going anywhere new I always scope out the menu. It’s traveling 101, Jongho.” She kissed his lips again. “Now, let's get in there, you go do your thing and I'll be waiting for you somewhere in the stands with the manager.”

Y/n sat in the stands, the seats her and jongho were at had a perfect view of the field, it wasn’t too close, but not nosebleed high. No one was even paying attention to her, they were all chatting, taking photos, and just waiting for the game to start. She did however notice a suspicious amount of JJONGbears in the crowd.

Weird. She thought. But then just brushed it off because maybe it was just them bringing their ANITEEZ for an outing, she had brought her DDEONGbyeoli everywhere in the states.

“It’s time for the first pitch!” someone said excitedly in front of her. 

“I’m so excited!” someone else yelled, waving around their plush.

“And now,” the announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium, “to throw the first pitch for the Doosan Bears, global sensation… ATEEZ’s Choi Jongho!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, Y/n clapped along, shocked at the announcement. She watched the screen as Jongho walked out onto the field with Cheolwoong, the Bears’ mascot. She took out her phone and began to record the screen. Jongho waved at the crowd, bowing slightly at the cheers. He posed for pictures with the mascot before taking his place on the pitchers mound. 

She finally understood the sea of JJONGbears, they all knew he was going to be here. She’s an ATINY, why didn’t she? Perhaps it’s because she’s actually with them that she doesn’t pay attention to update pages, they usually tell her everything before anyone else knows… Why didn’t Jongho tell her about this? The stands were filled with baseball fands, ATINY’s and photographers, was this really a good place for them to be seen together?

Jongho stood on the mound in a customized Doosan Bears jersey with his name on the back. He glanced towards their section, a small smirk on his face as his eyes found the familiar dress, he knew she’d be surprised, he hoped the manager hadn’t let anything slip while he was preparing. He gave a small wave to where she was seated, his smile widening as she waved back.

The stadium hushed as he took his windup, he looked like a professional pitcher. He had practiced for weeks, throwing in between schedules, even throwing with Wooyoung in the dorms, much to Hongjoong’s disapproval. 

He threw.

The ball cut through the air and with a satisfying thump it hit the catcher's mitt. A perfect pitch. A strike. The stadium exploded in cheers, Jongho bowed, a wide and genuine smile on his face, he quickly ran off the field for the game to start. He looked so happy.

Y/n sat back down in her seat, rewatching the video, a smile on her lips. She felt an intense pride within her, so intense it almost made her tear up. “That’s my boyfriend,” she whispered to herself. She sent the video to the group chat with the caption ‘LOOK AT MY BABY’. 

Jongho didn’t come to his seat until twenty minutes after the game had started, he had to take photos and do an interview. But when he finally sat down next to her he felt even more elated than when he got offered the pitch. 

He set the bento box of samgyeupsal on the table in front of her. “Here you go, beautiful.” He didn't care that they were in public, he didn’t care about the rumors that might start. He asked Hongjoong if he could bring her and he said yes, so he’s assuming there is some kind of damage control waiting just in case. Granted he did ask the Captain while he was editing a track on his laptop but… hey, at least he asked somebody.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were throwing the first pitch?” she smacked him in the chest. 

Jongho laughed and rubbed where she hit. “I don’t know… I wanted you to be surprised. Was it okay?” he asked, suddenly insecure about his pitching abilities.

“Okay?” Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Jongho, you were incredible. You looked like you’ve been pitching your whole life.”

He shrugged and leaned back in his seat. “I’ve been a fan of the bears since I was a kid. So this is like a dream come true for me.” he leaned in closer to her, his voice low just so she could hear. “I was nervous, but not about the pitch. I wanted to make sure that I didn't embarrass myself in front of you.”

Y/n reached out and brushed a stray hair away from his forehead. “You could never embarrass yourself. You were the best person for the job.”

Jongho stared at her, his gaze fixated on her face, ignoring the game behind them. “I’m glad you think that. I wanted this to be a nice memory for us even if it is a bit public.”

“It’s perfect,” she smiled. “But… we might want to reign in a little bit, don’t need dating rumors starting. Seonghwa might actually blow a gasket.”

Jongho laughed and sat up in his seat. “I do have one other thing for you.” He reached behind him and handed her a white jersey. “I know that it’s pretty hot out, but these are really light weight so if you wanted to put it on-”

Y/n immediately put it on. It was a Doosan Bears jersey, looked exactly like his, but on the back it said her last name. “How do I look?”

Jongho looked at her, his ears burning. It was his two favorite things, Y/n and baseball. The hem of her dress had ridden up slightly, showing more of her thighs, and she was angled towards him so his eyes instantly landed on her chest. “Y-you look…” he really wanted to kiss her right now. 

Y/n laughed. “SANdeoki got your tongue, Jongho?”

Jongho cleared his throat. “You look beautiful, as always.”

The two watched the game, the manager beside them letting them have their date. The crowd didn’t really pay attention to Jongho, maybe they sensed that he was on a date and they wanted to give him privacy, or maybe they just figured he wouldn’t want someone turned towards him for the entire game.

Jongho sat, utterly focused, his eyes tracking the ball as it flew from the pitcher's hand to the batter’s swing. Y/n watched him instead of the field, his face a study in concentration. His jaw would tighten when a pitch was missed, he would smile when a player stole a base, the way his shoulders tensed and relaxed with the plays in the game. He was cute. Incredibly cute.

“He’s going for home!” Jonho exclaimed, leaning forward, his hand instinctively grabbing her knee. The runner sprinted, the ball flew, the catcher braced, the runner slid a cloud of dust forming near home plate. There was a shout from the umpire and the crowd erupted in a mix of groans and cheers. Jongho slumped back in his seat, his hand still on her knee. “He was out, by a centimeter." he sighed.

Y/n laughed lightly, nudging him with her shoulder. “You care so much about centimeters?"

Jongho turned to her, his intense look instantly melting into a soft smile. “In baseball? Absolutely.” He moved his hand from her knee and laced his fingers with hers under the table. “You’re not watching the game at all though.”

“I’m watching you watch the game, that’s close enough.” she confessed, squeezing his hand. “You’re way more interesting anyways. You get so… invested. Your eyebrows furrow, then raise, then furrow again. It’s adorable.”

Jongho flushed, a faint pink running up his neck and to his ears. “Adorable? I’m trying to seem intimidating.”

“You’re failing spectacularly.” She squeezed his hand and leaned closer. “I’m glad I came today, I get to see you. You being normal, being a fan. Being you… that’s the best part.”

His eyes softened, the sunlight hitting his dark brown eyes and making them seem as light as yeosang’s. He lifted their hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, it was a quick gesture that made her heart flutter. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Anything for you, Jongho.”

Jongho explained the basics of the game in low, patient tones between innings, pointing to the positions on the field. He explained the scoreboard and where they sat right now. She listened, but mostly watched the way his lips moved, the shape of his mouth as he spoke, the strong line of his throat when he swallowed his drink. He was right next to her, but she wanted him closer.

During the seventh inning, the manager went to get all of them more concessions. Jongho casually slid his arm behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist, it was risky but no one seemed to notice. His thumb rubbed a slow circle on her hip through the thin cotton of her dress. 

“So,” he leaned closer to her. “Do you understand the infield fly rule now?”

“Absolutely not,” Y/n said, taking a  drink of her lemonade. “But, I understand that you have very nice hands. And are a very attentive masseuse.” 

Jongho laughed loudly, squeezing her hip. “I’m good with my hands in other ways too, beautiful.”

Y/n’s face flushed and she hit him in the chest again.

The game ended with a Bears victory. The stadium emptied in a happy, noisy stream. Jongho kept her close, his hand in hers as the manager navigated them through the crowd. The manager drove them back in the car they arrived in, Jongho saying he was too tired to drive.

In the back seat, he leaned his head back, his eyes closed a small smile on his lips. 

“Happy?” she whispered.

“Very.” He opened one eye and looked at her. “You?”

“Very.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist again.

They arrived back to an empty dorm. A note left on the kitchen counter, written in Wooyoung’s chicken scratch: ‘Hyung’s went out for dinner. DO NOT burn the place down.’

Jongho scoffed and shook his head. “Burn the place down, who does he think I am? Yeosang?”

Y/n laughed lightly as Jongho took her hand and led her to his room. It was neat and very organized, his bed was made, books were stacked neatly on a shelf, and a few framed photos of friends and family on the desk. It fit jongho, the vibe of the room felt warm, reliable. He set his baseball glove on his desk and turned toward her.

“Today was… normal,” he said softly. “Surprisingly normal, considering how public it was.”

Y/n placed her hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. “I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” he bent his head, and their lips met.

The kiss started soft, a testament to today's gentleness. Jongho’s mouth was warm, and tasted like the lemonade they had shared earlier. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck, her fingers threading themselves into his dark hair. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened slowly, his lips parting, inviting hers to do the same. The tip of his tongue touched hers, a shy ask if it was okay, she reciprocated quickly. Jongho’s lips curving up into a smile.

They lost themselves in the kiss, standing in the center of his room, the world outside those four walls ceased to exist. There was only the soft sound of their breathing, the wrestle of their tongues as they learned each other's mouths. Jongho’s hands moved to her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as he kissed her more deeply, one hand left her face and slid into her hair, angling her head up to him. Y/n moaned softly, the sound swallowed by him.

Y/n removed her hands from his hair and tugged at his shirt. Jongho broke the kiss only long enough to yank his shirt over his head, before capturing her lips once more. Y/n’s hands roamed over his now bare skin, his broad powerful chest, the heat radiating off of him was intense. He was beautifully built, strong but not insanely muscular. She ran her nails down his chest gently, Jongho shuddered under her touch.

as his kiss became hungrier, his hands began to wander. They pulled at the top of her dress, he pulled it down, thanking designers everywhere for creating strapless designs. He let the fabric fall off of her, the sundress pooling at her feet, leaving her in a black strapless bra and matching black panties.. And the Doosan Bears jersey. He looked at her, his eyes following her curves.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts, his large hands almost covering them completely. He squeezed and kneaded them gently, his thumbs finding her nipples through the fabric, rubbing them gently. Y/n arched into his touch, a gasp escaping her kiss bruised lips.

Jongho bent his head and kissed her again, his hands moving around her to unclasp her bra, his fingers worked expertly, the clasp giving into him in seconds. The bra joined the dress on the floor, her breasts bared to him, full and soft. Jongho kissed down her neck, down her sternum and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the peak. She was already wet from the anticipation of spending the whole day alone with Jongho, and their intense makeout session, her cunt fluttered at the sensation of his tongue on her breast. Jongho switched to the other side, giving it the same attention, his free hand roaming down her spine to the plush skin of her ass.

He pulled her against him, their bare chests meeting. The feeling of his skin against hers, his firm chest against her soft breasts, was everything. He kissed her neck again, his mouth open and hot. He worked his way to the spot below her ear, biting down gently, not to hurt, just to excite her a little. 

“Jongho…” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Jongho answered with another bite to her collarbone, then soothed it with a kiss and a quick flick of his tongue. “I want to remember every part of you,” he whispered against her skin. “Every taste, every touch, every sound..”

His hands went to her panties, he hooked his fingers into the sides and pulled down, letting them fall. She was completely naked, just wearing the custom jersey of his favorite baseball team unbuttoned, showing everything to him. He stepped back slightly, looking her over. This was like a wet dream to him. His eyes darkened, his breaths became heavier.

Her breasts, her soft stomach, the curve of her hips, her pussy. He could see the glistening evidence of how turned on her was, coating her cunt and a little bit of her thighs. She stood still, letting him look, a flush of heat and pride filling her.

“God…” he breathed, reaching out, not touching her just yet, his fingers tracing the shape of her hip in the air above it. “You’re perfect.”

Jongho finally touched her again, his fingers sliding into the wetness between her hips. He stroked upwards, over her clit in a slow firm pass that made her legs shake. He did it again, watching her face as her eyes fluttered shut, her lip being pulled between her teeth.

“You’re so wet for me already, beautiful,” he smirked. “So ready.”

Y/n reached for him, her hands going to the button of his jeans. He watched with an amused smile as she undid his button and zipper, then pushed them and his dark boxer briefs down his thighs. His cock free, her cunt instantly clenching at the sight.

Jongho’s cock was thick. Impressively thick, he was also long, not as long as Yunho but still  a decent length. His head was flushed a dark color, precum coating the top. He was fully erect, and as magnificent as everything else about him.

Y/n reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock. The heat of him, and the solid weight of him, made her bite her lip. She stroked him from base to tip, her thumb swiping over the slit on his head. Jongho groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Y/n…” he moaned.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes meeting his. “I want you, Jongho.” she said, simple and direct.

Jongho nodded, his jaw clenched. He took her hand from his cock and led her to his bed. He sat on the edge, pulling her to stand in between his legs. “Camera?” his eyes glanced at her phone on his desk. “Do you want to?”

She did. This moment felt precious, she wanted to capture it. Even if she never posted it on her page, she could just keep it for herself and be reminded of how she felt in this moment. Loved. Cherished. “Yes.”

Jongho got up and grabbed her phone, he got it set up to record, positioning it on the bedside table to capture just the bed and them. He double checked the view, making sure their faces were out of shot, only their bodies being recorded. He reached out to her. “Just us, and this.”

He kissed her again, this time claiming her in front of the camera. He laid her back on the bed, the comforter cool against the warmth of her body. He followed her down, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her thigh. His hands explored her body, cupping her breasts, kneading her ass, sliding between her legs to feel her wetness again.

Y/n was squirming underneath him, her hips lifting into his hand, seeking more contact. Jongho happily obliged, sliding a finger inside her wet cunt. She was hot, slick, and welcomed him with tight ease. He added another finger, stretching her as he scissored his fingers gently, his eyes locked onto hers. He felt her inner walls tremble around him, then he curled his fingers seeking that special spot.

“There..” Y/n moaned when he found it, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. “Right there, baby…”

Jongho focused there, stroking her gspot with relentless determination, his thumb simultaneously rubbing her clit in small circles. He could feel her cunt tightening around him, he knew she was getting closer, her orgasm was building quickly. She pushed his hand away gently and he looked up at her with a confused face.

“I need you inside me,” she panted with a pout. “Not your fingers. You.”

Jongho moved, positioning himself between her legs. He gripped his cock at the base, stroking himself as he looked down at her, before guiding himself into her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit to coat himself in her slick. The stimulation, paired with the sight of his eyes blown and his lip between her teeth, made a soft whimper escape Y/n’s lips.

He paused, looking down at her, his fingers tracing the edge of the jersey. “The jersey,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Keep it on.”

She had almost forgotten. The dress had come off, but the oversized Bears jersey he had given her was still on. The fabric was soft, and bright white it contrasted the dark gray of his bedspread, it smelled faintly of her perfume, his cologne and sunblock. It was big on her, it fell mid thigh when she was standing. She was wearing nothing but the jersey, still covered but also exposed, her breasts bare under the open front, the buttons undone so it just blanketed over her.

“You’re so cute in it,” he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “My beautiful fan.” He leaned down, kissing her deeply, their tongues tangling together as his cock nudged at her entrance. He pushed forward slowly.

The head of his cock was broad, and pressed against her opening. He pushed inward, inch by inch, the feeling of him filling her and stretching her made her eyes roll back. She gasped into his mouth as her inner walls continued to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. Jongho went slowly, watching her, his own expression a mix of awe and strained control.

“You’re taking me so well, beautiful,” he praised, his voice slightly rough from holding back. “My good girl. So perfect for me.” 

He sank deeper, another inch, then another. Her cunt adapted, welcoming his cock, the slick wetness easing his entrance. She could feel every ridge of his shaft, every vein, the heat of him inside her. When he was halfway in he paused, letting her adjust to him, letting the sensation subside a bit. He kissed her again, his lips gentle, a soothing contrast to the sensation in her cunt right now.

“Look at me,” he whispered, pulling his face away from hers.

Y/n opened her eyes, his gaze locked on hers. His deep brown eyes, full of an emotion so deep it stole her breath. This was not just sex, this was making love. 

Jonho pushed forward again, until his hips met hers, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He was so deep, so thick, she felt full in a way she had only experienced with him. He stayed there, motionless for a moment, their bodies flush together, his eyes holding hers.

Finally he began to move.

He pulled out almost all the way, the drag of his thick cock along her sensitive walls made her moan loudly. Then he pushed back in, that same slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust was deep, and slow, and reached places in her that even her toys back home never touched. The broad head of his cock rubbing against her gspot with every thrust, sending a wave of pleasure through her every time.

His pace was slow, but powerful. It wasn’t a frantic rush to the finish, he was savoring it. He looked down at her, his eyes never wavering from hers as his body moved with hers. She could see every ounce of pleasure in his expression, every surge of emotion, and he could see hers. The way her eyes widened when he hit a particularly deep spot, the fluttering her eyelids did as his hips ground into hers, the parting of her lips as she moaned out his name.

His hand took hers, their fingers sliding together, locking tightly. He squeezed her hand, grounding them both as the sensations continued to build. His other hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple with each thrust.

“Jong..ho…” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“You feel…. Incredible,” he growled, his control starting to fray. His thrusts gained a little more speed, a fraction more force. The bed began to creak softly under their rhythm. The sounds of their bodies meeting, the slap of his skin against hers, the wet sounds coming from her cunt as his cock dove in and out filled the room.

Jongho shifted slightly, adjusting his hips and his angle, the new position allowing his head to press directly into her cervix. He fisted the white fabric of the jersey as he continued to thrust into her. The sensation was too much, the new angle, the intense look in his eyes, her hips bucked, trying to meet his thrusts, taking him even deeper.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he urged, his voice strained. “I want to see you cum… let go for me, baby.”

Y/n couldn’t take it much longer, his words, the deep, relentless thrusts, the sensation of his hand on her breast, it was too much. Her back arched off the bed, her head thrown back as a moan of pure pleasure ripped through her throat. Her cunt clamped down on his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, gripping him, milking him. The feeling of her walls fluttering around his cock was intense, almost overwhelming.

Jongho watched her cum, his face full of awe. He kept thrusting, his pace becoming more urgent, diving into her convulsing cunt rapidly. “So beautiful,” he choked out. “So fucking beautiful.”

Y/n rested her hands on his shoulders, her climax leaving her trembling and weak. But Jongho wasn’t done. He kept moving, his thrusts returning to that slow, deep rhythm, almost triggering another gush of release from her right away. Y/n’s body was hypersensitive and responded right away, another orgasm quickly building within her.

“Again,” Jongho demanded, his voice a rough whisper. “Give me another… I want… I need to feel you cum around me again.” 

He reached down with the hand that was on her breast and found her clit again. He rubbed it in fast, firm circles, trying to get her the rest of the way there. The sensation of his fingers on her clit combined with the deep thrusts of his thick cock was too much, too good. A second orgasm crashed through her, this one a series of intense, clenching spasms that made her thighs shake and her eyes roll back. She sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes as her cunt continued to convulse around him.

Jongho rode through her second orgasm, his breathing becoming ragged, his thrusts once again growing harder and faster. The bed continued to rock underneath them, slight worry crossing his mind that it might break. His eyes were dark locked on hers, watching as she came completely undone underneath him. His hand left the jersey and clamped around hers once more, almost painfully.

“I’m gonna cum, baby…” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Y/n… shibal… I'm..”

“Inside me,” she pleaded, her voice a whisper. “Please, Jongho… Cum inside me.”

He didn’t dream of pulling out, but hearing her beg for him to cum inside her in Korean sent him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could inside her. His body stiffened, a slight tremor running through him. She could feel the hot, sudden rush of his cum inside her. His cock twitched and jerked, pumping his cum deep in her cunt. The sensation of being filled by his cock and his cum, the warmth spreading within her, triggered a third orgasm. A small one, a series of small convulses that made her sink her nails into the flesh of his hand and shoulder.

Jongho collapsed onto her, his weight on her completely, their bodies glued together from sweat and their shared releases. He was still inside her, still pulsing weakly as the rest of his cum emptied out inside her. He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming out in short rapid gusts against her sweaty skin. She could feel the rapid heart beat against her chest.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped together in the aftermath, the scent of sex lingering in the room. Jongho pressed a kiss to her neck before her gently, and reluctantly, pulled out of her. She felt the immediate empty ache, and the trickle of their combined releases escaping her cunt. He didn’t go far, he rolled onto his side next to her, pulling her with him so she laid on his chest. His arm wrapped around her, holding her tightly. He kissed her forehead, then her temple, then her eyelids, then her nose, and finally her lips.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

“‘M okay..” she whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

Jongho reached out for her phone, almost dropping it to the floor. “Shibal..” he whispered. He turned off the recording and laid the device on the bed next to them. 

In a few minutes he got up and got a warm, damp towel from his bathroom. He cleaned her up gently, wiping the sweat from her face, her neck and chest, then carefully cleaning the mess between her legs. Before doing the same to himself. 

He laid back down next to her, facing her. Y/n tangled her legs with his, the jersey still hanging loosely on her frame. Jongho reached for his phone and opened his gallery.

“Look,” he said gently, scrolling through pictures of the game. 

There were shots of him backstage with players, the mascot, when he got his customized jersey (and on the table behind him was the one he gave her). There were photos of the crowd, and shots of the players during the game, and there were ones of them, eating their concessions together, sharing a tray of pork belly and kimchi noodles. A selfie of them together with the crowd blurred behind them, a picture she had taken of him laughing, his head thrown back and a huge grin on his face. And one the manager took of them showing off their custom jerseys.

“You’re really cute when you watch baseball.” Y/n said as she looked at a photo of him pretending that his tornado potato was a baseball bat.

Jongho looked at her, not at the phone. His expression was full of love. “Y/n…” he said quietly. She looked at him, the phone forgotten between them. “Today… this…” he swallowed. “I never want to let you go.”

Y/n looked at him, the vulnerability in his eyes. His confession wasn’t just about today, it was about everything. He wanted her forever, not just here in Korea temporarily. She thought about every moment they shared, every quiet laugh, every lingering touch, the way his fingers traced patterns on her hip in the car, how he’d remembered exactly how she preferred her steak cooked, the truth in his voice when he called her beautiful.

She didn’t answer him with words, instead she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. A slow, deep kiss that hopefully was an answer itself. His lips were warm, and she could feel them tremble against hers. His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer until there was no room between them, just the heat of their bare bodies against each other. His hand slid into her hair, cradling her head gently.

When they finally broke apart she pressed her forehead against his. “You don’t have to let me go,” she whispered, nudging her nose against his. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Jongho exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. “Good, because I think I'd follow you anywhere.”

They kissed again, softer this time. His fingers tracing idle circles on her back through the jersey, her thumb brushing his jawline affectionately. The room was quiet except their breathing, the city outside the window seeming to disappear. The unspoken understanding that this, their whole relationship, was real. 

And neither of them wanted it to ever end.

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Mingi stood outside of Seonghwa's door. Y/n had spent the night in their dorm, she ate dinner with them, listened to them talk about their days and went to sleep in Seonghwa’s room. Mingi and San put up a fight because their hyung had her all day by himself, but he said that she needed rest and doubted that the younger men would be able to give that to her. 

So now it was the next day and Mingi stood there debating on if he should knock or not. He had a free day, San was already at the practice room going over the dance with Wooyoung and Yunho, Seonghwa had to go to the studio later today. Everyone was busy so it was his time to be alone with her and he had something special he wanted to do.

He heard movement inside the room, whether it was her or Seonghwa he did not know. He raised his fist to knock but the door opened right as he brought his hand down, he hit a person not the door.

“What the fuck, Ming.” Seonghwa said as he rubbed his chest. “The first thing I experience in the morning is you punching me?”

“I’m sorry, hyung!” He apologized. “I was going to knock a few seconds earlier but I didn't want to wake you guys so I waited until I heard noises… I didn't think you’d open the door…”

Seonghwa shook his head. “I’m just giving you shit, Mingi. What do you need?”

Mingi pursed his lips slightly and shrugged. “I… I just wanted to see if Y/n was up. We get to spend the whole day together and I want to take her somewhere.”

Seonghwa squinted his eyes slightly. “You’re not taking her to another amusement park are you?” he leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. 

“No. I learned my lesson from the agonizing sit down we had after I took her to Lotte World. I also don’t want to hear Wooyoung complaining about it all day again.” Mingi ran a hand through his long dark hair. “I was going to take her to my studio, show her my set up, maybe ask for decoration advice… you know a ‘woman's eye’ and everything.” he bit his lip, suddenly nervous. “I was also going to show her a new song I've been working on.”

Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder, then back to Mingi. “Alright. I’m sure that she would love that.” he smiled softly. “She’s in the kitchen, you know? She’s not in here.”

Mingi’s eyes widened. “S-she’s not…?” he turned to glance towards the kitchen, sure enough Y/n was standing at the counter with a cup of something in her hand, she gave him a small wave. Mingi’s ears turned red, he gave her a wave back. How did he not notice her? He paced in front of the kitchen for three minutes before even going to Seonghwa’s door.

Seonghwa gave mingi a slight push. “Go, pabo.”

Mingi walked over to the kitchen and leaned against the wall, opposite the counter she was leaning against. He was looking down at the ground, he easily told Seonghwa his plans but what if she didn’t want to go to his studio? What if she didn’t like the song he poured his heart into?

“Mingi…” she said softly.

He looked up at her. “Hmm?”

“You okay?” she asked, setting her cup down. “You’ve been staring at the ground like it personally offended you.”

“I-i..” he sighed. “I was just thinking about my plans for the day… but now that I do, I'm worried you won’t like them.”

“Mingi, i’ve told all of you plenty of times, i don’t care what we do or where we go, just as long as we’re together.” She walked closer and took his hands in hers. “Now tell me, what are we going to do today? And don’t lie and change your plans because I will just ask Seonghwa.”

Mingi chuckled lightly, giving her hands a slight squeeze. “I was thinking that we go to my studio? I want you to be the first person to see how I've set up. and maybe you can help me look for more things to decorate? And I've been working on a song that I really want to show you, if you want to listen.”

“Of course I want to listen,” she smiled. “That sounds really nice actually. Going slightly stir crazy staying at home. When did you want to leave?”

“Whenever you want to. We could go get some lunch, before or after… there’s a small shopping strip nearby too, we could look around a bit before coming home.”

“I’d like that. Tell you what, I'll go change now, and then we can head out?” 

Mingi nodded his head, “sure.”

Y/n kissed his cheek before leaving their dorm to go back to hers. 

Seonghwa walked into the kitchen, dressed in gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, he walked over to her cup and picked it up, taking a drink from it. “Told you she’d like it. Now your song on the otherhand…”

Mingi glared at him. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Seonghwa laughed lightly and downed the rest of Y/n’s coffee and set the cup in the dishwasher. “I’m going, I'm going.” He grabbed his keys from the counter and looked at Mingi. “Please be careful, like… don’t try and get a dating rumor today.”

Mingi rolled his eyes. “We’ll be fine.”

“Mingi, you’re 184cm… you’re a giant, people are going to notice you and they'll recognize that it’s you and then they’ll see her-”

“We’ll be careful! Just leave already,” Mingi groaned. This was the same lecture he got after the Lotte World incident, no dating rumors came from that day so none would come from this one. Plus they’re both going to be wearing masks when they go into the stores anyway, if they even go. 

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “If I come home and find out you have a dating rumor I'm going to punch you. We all decided we’d be careful-”

“But we’re hiding her away, she hasn’t left the dorms in days, Seonghwa.. We promised we’d make her stay in Korea enjoyable and all we’ve been doing is keeping her here, occasionally taking her out to lunch or dinner. She hasn’t been sight seeing or anything…”

“And we will do that… just… after…”

“When? After the comeback? Or the one after that? It’s not going to make this relationship work if we keep her behind closed doors forever.” Mingi shook his head. “We don’t have a dating ban, one of us can go public.. That way she can be seen with us and we can take her places. Hyung, if you were in her position would you want to be stuck in the dorms all day in a country you’ve never been to, where your partners promised to make your stay enjoyable?”

Seonghwa bit the inside of his cheek. If he were in Y/n’s shoes he’d probably be looking for a plane ticket home.. 

“I just don’t want her to end this relationship because we can’t go anywhere. I don’t want her to be a secret, i want to be able to hold her hand walking down the street, i want to be able to take her out to dinner without having to pay for a secluded room, i want to be able to do normal couple things with her-”

“And you don’t think all of us want that?!” Seonghwa snapped. “You don’t think I don't want that? Mingi, we all want that, but our relationship is.. It’s strange to people… the media wouldn’t understand, the country wouldn’t get it, they can’t even recognize same sex marriage for fucks sake.” Seonghwa shook his head. He didn’t mean to yell at mingi, but this was a thought that all of them had… they all wanted to be able to be public with her, but they couldn't. “Look, i’ll talk to Joong, i’ll see if we can talk to KQ and figure something out, because i don’t like her being stuck here either. Just… try and have a good time with her today, and be careful about it.”

Mingi crossed his arms and nodded. “Okay… But if I do end up with a rumor.. I’m not going to deny it. Even if the company wants me to… I don’t want to hide her, hyung.”

“I know, mingi… we’ll… we’ll figure something out.” Seonghwa patted his shoulder before leaving the dorm.

Mingi didn’t want to have to wait, he wanted them to figure it out before she even got here. The minute KQ okayed her coming, okayed her living with them, he wanted them to okay someone being in the public eye with her. But everyone’s worried about the comeback, worried about the image, worried about the fans… why don’t they worry about Y/n?

 Y/n came back in silently, she looked at Mingi as he stood in thought. His jaw tight and his fist clenched. “Ming?” she said softly. He looked up at her his brown eyes swimming with thoughts. “Everything okay?”

“Ye-ah,” his voice cracked. “Yeah, everything is fine. You ready to go?”

Y/n looked at him, she didn’t believe him. When something bothered Mingi you could tell, his face showed it. And right now he looked like he was going to cry or punch something, hell maybe even both. “You can tell me what’s wrong,” she took his hand again. “Please?”

Mingi looked down at her. He wanted to, but not here. “Lets just.. Let's just go to the studio. I’ll tell you then.”

“Okay,” she nodded, letting Mingi lead her out of his dorm.

The ride to Mingi’s studio was silent, the only sounds were the traffic that they passed, the hum of the engine, they didn’t speak, the radio wasn’t even on. But, Mingi’s hand held hers the entire time, so that was something.

Mingi parked and finally let go of her hand, he exited the car and went to the other side opening hers for her. His hand immediately took hers again when they were walking into the building. 

“Sorry if it’s a bit of a mess. I just moved to this one, so I'm still trying to figure out where everything should go. Maybe you can help me?” He looked down at her.

Y/n nodded. “Of course. You’ve seen what I've done to Yunho and Yeosang's dorm, it looks less…”

“Stock photo like?”

“Yes,” she laughed. “It looks more like a home instead of a furniture display in a store.” 

Mingi opened the door to the building and led her down the hallway to his private studio. “I like it though, you gave it your personal touch… It feels very permanent. I can’t wait to see how you’ll decorate our house.”

“House?” she raised an eyebrow as he unlocked the door. “Are we moving?”

“No,” Mingi shook his head. “More so the future.”

“You see us getting a house?”

Mingi shrugged and led her into the studio. “Well yeah, realistically we can’t live in the dorms forever.” he took his coat off and laid it on the couch. “I picture us getting a house, one with a nice backyard for your dog, maybe even a pool. I don’t really want neighbors though, well not ones right next door anyway.” he took her jacket off and laid it on his.

“Where is this house?” she asked as he took her over to his desk, sitting her down in the chair.

“I don’t know,” he knelt beside the chair and looked up at her. “I would like for it to be somewhere that’s not too far from all the parents, maybe like in the middle so they can all visit… well… San’s parents might still be far away.” he looked down at their hands, still entwined. “I guess if you wanted to move to America that’d be okay too. We’d just have to travel to Korea when comeback season starts, do all the music shows and everything. We can record everything stateside.”

“Mm..” she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “And who is all there with us?”

“Everyone. We all live together, we each have separate rooms, and you have your own too. It’s a big house too, enough rooms for us and a studio or two. Some spare rooms for visitors or babies.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Babies?”

“Eventually, not right now. But someday, if you’re willing. Imagine baby Ateez running around.” he laughed. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “I’m supposed to pop out eight kids?” she laughed. “My god.”

Mingi smiled his gummy smile and shook his head. “If you don’t want to, that's fine too. However many you want. One? Two? Eight? None? You’re the one who’s pushing them out so it’s up to you, princess.”

Y/n looked down at him and ran her hand through his hair. “I mean, we can start with one, just to see how the eight of you can handle all taking care of a baby… then we can maybe try again.”

“A little Joong,” mingi nodded. “He was the cutest, so i vote for him. Wooyoung and Yeosang would probably give trouble makers, Seonghwa’s would probably cry as much as him… San and Yunho would be clingy mama’s boys..”

“Not a baby Ming?”

“No, I was an ugly baby. I didn’t look cute until I was about six. Then I got ugly again as a teen.” he laughed. “To some I'm still ugly.”

“And they’re just blind. You’re insanely attractive, Mingi. And I’ll continue to remind you that until I'm dead.”

Mingi laughed lightly. “You know what else I see in this future?” 

“Hmm?”

“In this future I see eight rings… And not just the team rings.” He looked down at her hand and ran his thumb over her left ring finger. “Each of us gives you one, and legally only one of us can claim you as a wife, but the other seven can still have commitment ceremonies.”

Y/n looked at him, a soft smile on her lips. “You’ve thought a lot about this haven't you?”

“We all have,” he admitted. “Seonghwa claims he should be the one to marry you because he’s the oldest. Yeosang and San say they should because they’re the only sons of their family. Jongho says he should because he’s the eldest son in his family. Wooyoung wants you to have his last name. Hongjoong says that it’s your decision and we should respect whoever you decide to choose.”

“And you, Mingi?” 

Mingi was still kneeling on the ground next to the chair. “Me?” he leaned back and looked up at her, it was insane how someone so big can look so small. “I would like to marry you legally… Y/n Song…. Song Y/n…. has a nice ring to it, yeah?” he squeezed her hands. “But it is ultimately up to you, and whoever you choose to marry I will respect. As long as you don’t kick me to the curb.”

“I wouldn’t. I don’t think I can let any of you go at this point. It’ll break my heart when you decide you no longer want me.”

“We’ll never get that way. Trust me. We’ve been talking about you for months, we’ve all ran through scenarios in our heads about what we would do if we actually met you… but that was before we knew you were an ATINY, meeting you at send off literally made all of us forget our smooth moves.” he laughed.

“Hey, you’ve seen the videos. People called jongho the ‘rizz king,’ he was flirting up a storm.” she laughed.

“But I'm serious…” he let go of her hands and turned towards his computer, he signed on and began to click around. Y/n watched him, his dark eyes reflecting the screen, the slight crease between his brows. “The track… I’ve been working on it since we left you. I wrote the lyrics on the plane to the next city, worked on the music throughout the rest of the tour.” he paused the mouse over the play button. “I recorded it as soon as we came home, so the vocals are still the demo version, depending on your critique i’ll polish it up or just trash the whole thing.” he chuckled awkwardly.

“You absolutely will not,” she shook her head.

“Anyways…. I wanted, originally, to offer it to Hongjoong as a potential song for our comeback, or maybe even the next one. I-if i had to describe the vibe, i’d say it’s a mix of ‘Inception’ and ‘Mist’. But i figured that the company wouldn’t like it as an ATEEZ song, so instead i’ll probably just put it on my fix off thing…” he stared at the screen. “It’s.. I'll just let it speak for itself.” 

He clicked play. A simple, melancholic piano filled the room. Then his voice, raw and unmixed, his voice was gentle as he was not rapping, but singing. The lyrics were in korean, but thankfully she had some great teachers and could understand what he was singing. The lyrics were about feeling like you’re wearing a mask, getting applause that felt like judgement, feeling yourself crack under the weight of expectations. Then the piano melody shifted, it filtered into an instrumental that screamed ATEEZ. Mingi’s voice becoming lighter, less sad?

This new beat brought a new tone to the lyrics, the first part of the song was a sad piano ballad of the weight you face, putting on a mask to hide how it affects you, this new part was more of finding something that eases that stress. Something that you can lean on, and love, and show everything to no matter how dark, depressing, or painful it is.

It ended with the soft piano from the beginning, Mingi’s voice once again softer and full of emotion as he sang.

‘In the quiet between the stage lights, I see you… a melody I'm scared to play, afraid I won't do you justice. My hands tremble. What if my touch is clumsy? What if the song I write for us is the one that makes you walk away?’

The song was about them. The mask of being an idol, everything you do under a microscope, the weight of everything you do. Then it was about finding her, finding someone that you can just be yourself with and someone that accepts you for what you are not what you pretend to be. The ending was a glimpse into Mingi’s heart… the fear of losing her.

As the song faded out the silence left behind was profound. Mingi finally tore his eyes from the screen to look at her. He didn’t watch her as she listened, afraid that he’d read too much into her facial expressions. His eyes were wide and vulnerable.

“I’m.. i’m so scared, Y/n.” he whispered, the confession coming out in a rush. “I’m scared that i’m going to fuck this up… I’m not like Hongjoong, or Seonghwa… or Wooyoung… I’m not a leader, or gentle, or effortlessly affectionate… I’m just… me.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I get in my head, and I feel things too deeply and sometimes I don't know how to let those feelings out without… breaking down.” His eyes began to well with tears, and he turned his gaze to the floor. “What if I'm too much? W-what if i’m not enough? What if I.. What if I ruin this beautiful thing we’re all building?”

Mingi looked utterly lost, the tall, powerful man seeming to shrink under the weight of his anxiety. Y/n pushed the chair back and knelt down on the ground with him. She didn’t say anything, instead, she reached out and cupped his face in her hands. His cheeks were warm under her palms.

“Ming,” she said softly. “Look at me, baby.”

His eyes, filled with unshed tears, focused on hers.

“You could never ruin this,” each word was deliberate, she meant everything she was saying. “You think your feelings are too much? They’re what makes you you. The passion, the intensity… it’s what draws me to you.” she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. “When you love, you love with your whole being. Like San. That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.” She let go of his face and threaded her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. “This thing between us, between all of us, it’s real… and it’s forever changing and growing. It’s built on trust, on small moments, on this.. You sharing your fears with me.. This doesn’t break us, it makes us stronger.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek. She leaned forward and kissed it away, her lips tender against his skin. She kissed his other cheek, then the crease between his brows, then his nose, then finally his plump lips.

The kiss wasn’t lust filled, it wasn’t hungry, or desperate. It was a promise. Her lips pressed against his tenderly, but it meant everything, it was the physical manifestation of her words. He knelt there, frozen for a second, then with a sigh he reciprocated. His lips moved against hers, initially hesitant, then gaining the familiar confidence he usually possessed. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, relief, a love so deep it was terrifying, but in a good way. His large hands came up to cradle her head, his fingers sinking into her hair, holding her like she was made of the most fragile glass. She was the most precious and delicate thing in his world. 

The kiss got more intense, not from lust, but from the deep emotional need to connect, to squash his fear once and for all. Mingi’s tongue traced her bottom lip, asking for entrance, she granted it with a soft sigh as their tongues met. They kissed until they were both breathless, until the air in the studio felt electric and hot.

Mingi broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes shining in the dim light. “Y/n…” he breathed, his thumb brushing her bottom lip.

“I’m here,” she answered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Mingi kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand sliding down her back to pull her against him. She could feel the thump of his heart, the firm but slightly soft muscle of his chest. And of course, the unmistakeable, thick and hard bulge of his cock pressing against her through his jeans. The physical reaction to their emotional intimacy was immediate and honest.

He broke the kiss again, his forehead resting against hers. “I need you,” he whispered. “Not just…. I need to feel you. To know you’re real, and that you’re mine, and that this is real.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “Please…” his voice cracked.

“Then feel me,” she whispered.

He didn’t lead her to the couch, instead he guided her over to the animal print rug in the center of the room. It was softer against her back than she thought it would be. Mingi looked down at her, his head blocking the dim light from the ceiling. He knelt over her, his frame blocking the light from led strips along the wall. He began to undress her, her sweater was lifted over her head, her jeans and underwear peeled down her legs. He did it all slowly, his huge hands gently tracing over every inch of skin he revealed, as if he were memorizing her by touch.

 Once Y/n was bare, Mingi sat back on his heels and just admired. His gaze was like a physical caress, his eyes moved from her face, down her throat, over the swell of her breasts, down the softness of her stomach to the gentle curve of her hips, down her plush thighs. The intense, worshipful stare, made her cunt throb.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Every part of you…”

Mingi began to remove his own clothes, his movements slightly faster. The turtleneck was pulled over his head, the necklace still on. The faint trail of hair leading from his navel down into the waistband of his jeans. He stood up to push them and his boxers down, his hard cock springing free.

It was just as impressive as the first time she saw it, it matched the scale of the rest of him perfectly. It was long and thick, the head was flushed, his shaft veined, it stood rigid against his stomach. He was completely magnificent naked, and the look in his eyes was of complete devotion.

He laid down beside her, propped up on one elbow, his other hand coming to rest on her stomach, rubbing small circles absentmindedly with his thumb. “Tell me what you want,” he pleaded. “Tell me how to love you right now.”

Y/n turned on her side to face him, their noses almost touching. “Just love me, Mingi. However you need to. Show me.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, this time his hands began to explore. He touched her as if she would break under his touch. His palm cupped her breast gently, his thumb circling her nipple until it hardened. He dipped his head and took it into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive tip. A gasp escaped her, her back arching into him. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, his free hand sliding down over her hip, her thigh and then back up into the inside of her thigh.

His fingers found her pussy, he didn’t plunge inside, he traced her slit first, feeling her arousal. He parted it, exposing the glistening inside. He stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, a slow circular motion that made her moan into his mouth and her hips jerk.

“So responsive,” he whispered against her lips. “My favorite girl. So perfect for me.” he slid a finger inside her, and her cunt welcomed him with a hot, wet squelch. She was already soaked. He added a second finger, stretching her, his eyes watching her face as he scissored his fingers inside her.

“There,” she breathed when his fingers touched deep inside her. A shock of pure pleasure radiated from her.

Mingi focused there, stroking that spot with a gentle pressure while his thumb continued to rub circles on her sensitive clit. The dual simulation overwhelmed her, building the tension in her stomach. She could feel her orgasm coming, but she didn’t want to release alone.

“Mingi…” she panted, pushing his hand away gently.

Mingi looked up at her with big eyes, his eyebrows raised in worry. Did he do something wrong?

“I need you inside me, baby…” she ran her hand through his hair. “Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He moved over her, settling between her legs. He gripped his cock at the base, his big hand making his huge cock look not as big as it really is. He slid his head over her dripping slit, coating the flushed skin in her wetness and his precum.

“Look at me,” he said softly, and she did. Her eyes locked with his as he began to push forward.

The penetration was slow, her cunt stretching around him easily, hardly any pain at all. The head of his cock pressed in, the feeling was immense and filling. She could feel every millimeter as he entered her, he went slowly, so slow, his eyes wide as he watched her face for any sign of discomfort.

“You’re taking me so well, princess..” he murmured, a praise that went straight to her core, making her clench around him. “My good girl. My beautiful, favorite girl.” 

His hips were flush against hers, his cock buried fully inside her. Their bodies and souls anchored together. Mingi stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to him, letting them both breathe for a second, letting himself take in the sight of her underneath him, memorizing every detail of her face and body. 

Then he began to move. He pulled out almost all the way, the drag of his cock against her sensitized walls making her whimper, then he thrusted back in with the same slow and steady pace. Each thrust was a statement, a physical personification of his earlier fears and her reassurances. I am here. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.

He shifted, pushing her legs up to her shoulders, opening her wider, allowing him to sink even deeper. The new angle allowed the head of his cock to rub directly against her g post with every stroke. 

“Mingi..” she moaned, her hands latching onto his arms, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his biceps.

“I love you,” he groaned, the words coming out of him, raw and unplanned. He thrust into her, a little harder, his control starting to fray. “I love you… I never want to lose you. Never.”

Hearing it, feeling the power of his thrust, everything was raw and emotional. Tears, not of sadness but of overwhelmed emotions, welled in her eyes. “I love you too, mingi..” she cried, the confession mingling with a moan as he hit a spot so deep it made her eyes roll back.

His pace increased, the slow, deep rolls of his hips becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the studio, the slapping of skin on skin, the wet sounds of her cunt accepting his thick cock, their uneven breaths. He leaned down, his mouth meeting hers in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his hips. One of his hands found hers, their fingers sliding together, he squeezed her tightly. That simple connection, their palms together, fingers laced, felt more intimate than his cock inside her.

Mingi broke the kiss, his forehead damp with sweat, his eyes locking with hers. “Cum with me,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Please, baby, cum with me. I need to feel you.” 

His words, the desperate emotion in them, sent her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched as her cunt clamped and convulsed around his cock. The feeling of her cunt squeezing him was too much for Mingi to handle.

With a choked, guttural cry, Mingi drove his hips into her one last time, and held himself deep inside her. She felt the hot, sudden rush of his release as he came inside her. His cock twitching and jerking as he pumped his cum deep inside her cunt. The feeling of his release prolonged her own, another series of spasms fluttering through her.

Mingi collapsed onto her, careful to not crush her, their bodies glued together from sweat and the little bit of cum leaking out around his cock. He was still inside her, his cock pulsing weakly as his cum slowly dripped out of him. He buried his face in her neck, his breath harsh and hot against her skin. She could feel the rapid, frantic beat of his heart against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own.

They laid together for what felt like eternity, wrapped in each other, the scent of sex and love filling the studio. They didn’t say anything, just breathed each other in, caressed each other softly. Slowly, their world broadened, the hum of the computer, the sound of the heater kicking in.

Mingi moved first, but only to gently, reluctantly, pull out of her. Y/n felt the immediate, empty ache and the warm trickle of their combined releases escaping her cunt. He didn’t go far, he rolled onto his back beside her, pulling her with him so she laid half on top of him, her head resting on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close.

After a few minutes, their heartbeats returning to normal, Mingi stirred. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Wait here.”

Mingi got up, his tell frame moving with steady grace to the small bathroom in his studio. She watched him, the muscles in his back and ass as he used the sink to wet a hand towel with warm water. He came back and knelt beside her, his touch gentle as he began to clean her. He wiped the sweat from her brow, her neck, then he carefully cleaned between her legs, wiping at the mess of their passion on her cunt and inner thighs. He was meticulous and caring about it.

When he was done she took the cloth from him and sat up. She mirrored his care, wiping the sweat from his chest and abdomen, she cleaned his softening cock gently wiping the remnants of her release and his cum. He watched her the entire time, his eyes soft, his ears red, a gentle smile on his lips.

Once they were both wiped down he pulled her back against him and laid back down on the rug, facing each other, their legs tangled together. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing the shell of her ear. 

Y/n could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her palm, the warmth of his skin radiating through the small space between them. The studio lighting casted soft shadows across his face, highlighting the pout of his lips, the way his lashes fluttered when she ran her thumb over his collarbone.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She pressed her lips to his collarbone. “I love you too,” 

Mingi tilted her chin up, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before he kissed her, slow and deep, like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth all over again. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. He shifted, tugging her tighter against him until there was no space left between them. His palm rested at the small of her back, holding her against him. Nothing mattered to them besides this moment. Just them, together. Just this.

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Y/n stood in front of her closet looking through all of the clothes that Seonghwa and Wooyoung had bought her. She was just having a relaxing day with seonghwa, right? Should she dress up or just wear comfy clothes? Her go to outfit lately has been just wearing her hoodie and nothing underneath, because she usually stayed home. But she didn’t know exactly what Seonghwa had planned.

She bit her lip as she pulled out one of the dresses Wooyoung had picked out, it was a simple black dress that had lace around the edges, it had a cross pendant in the center, she wasn’t religious but wooyoung had said it’s not religious its just gothic. She put it on, it hugged her body tightly. She put on a little perfume and slipped on her slippers, if they decided to go somewhere she’d come back and get shoes.

She knocked on the MinSanHwa door at exactly noon. They hadn’t set an actual time, but Yunho told her that the group all had schedules today besides Seonghwa, so they’d all be out until around four. She pulled the hem of her dress, it was a little shorter than she remembered in the store, but then again when she was trying it on she was trying to keep Wooyoung out of the dressing room so she didn’t get a chance to fully look at herself in the dress.

The door opened and revealed Seonghwa who was in a black pajama set, he smiled at her before his eyes ran over her body. “You look…”

“Over dressed?” she laughed nervously. 

“You look gorgeous, I’m underdressed.” He looked down at his attire. “I thought we’d have a lazy day, but if you’d rather go out..”

“Lazy is fine, as long as I'm with you,” she reached out and rested her hand on his arm.

Seonghwa moved and took her hand in his, pulling her into the dorm. “Well, I figured we’d have some lunch, watch some drama’s… just spend time together while everyone else is away.” He closed the door behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her flush against him. She could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of the dress. 

“That sounds nice,” she smiled up at him, her arms going around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair, it was newly cut and fit his face nicely, made him look mature. Though she did miss his long hair, he looked good regardless of the style.

Seonghwa pressed a light kiss to her lips. “I already made lunch,” he pulled away and led her into the living room. “I made jajangmyeon, my mothers recipe.” He sat her down by the table in front of the couch before hurrying to the kitchen and coming back with the food. 

“This looks amazing, Hwa,” she looked down at the bowl in front of her as he sat down next to her. 

“Thank you, jagiya,” he picked up his chopsticks and smiled. “I didn’t want to order out, I figured you’d like a home cooked meal.”

She laughed lightly. “Wooyoung cooks dinner every night, Hwa.”

“Yes,” he laughed. “But I made this. So it’s better.” he picked up some noodles with his chopsticks and held it out to her. “Try it.”

Y/n leaned forward and accepted the bite from his chopsticks. Her expression turned to genuine surprise when she tasted the rich and savory flavor. She knew Seonghwa was a good cook, but this was restaurant level, not just a home cooked meal. 

“What do you think, jagiya?” Seonghwa asked with a smile. The members told him he was a good cook, but he wanted to know what her opinion was, because only hers mattered now.

“I think,” a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “we should temporarily ban Woo from the kitchen so we can showcase your cooking skills.”

Seonghwa’s face lit up as he chuckled lightly. “I think he’d physically fight you if you tried.” he leaned in, his shoulder pressing comfortably against hers as he took a bite of his own. “But I'll always cook for you. I like taking care of you.” He looked at his bowl with a shy smile. “When I'm doing things with you or for you… it’s the only time the world seems quiet. Like I'm just a normal person, cooking or shopping for his girlfriend.”

She pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “Saranghae.”

“Saranghae.” he blushed.

They ate side by side, shoulders touching, some random drama playing in the background while they talked about nothing and everything. The upcoming shows in Japan, Waterbomb in November, her and San’s antics from last night. He asked her about her videos, the upcoming ones and if she had any solo stuff to post because while he loves his members he gets jealous when video after video has someone but him. She promised him that she had solo videos that were ready to post, and promised to break up the other members' videos with them.

After lunch they moved to his bedroom. It was small, San had the biggest one in the dorm, but it was tidy and everything in it screamed Seonghwa. From the Star Wars LEGO builds proudly displayed in a clear display case, to the Animal Crossing figurines on the top of his desk. The pegboard on the wall beside his desk had a keychain of his ANITEEZ hanging from it, and a polaroid picture of her and him with the date that she had arrived in Korea scribbled on it.

“You actually display this?” She asked, taking it off the board.

Seonghwa stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down, his chin resting on her shoulder. “I don’t do lives in my room any more, and if I do, it’s just in bed. I figured as long as I don't show that side of the room I can have you out in the open.” he explained as they stared at the picture. 

It was one of the ones he had taken in the car when he had picked them up from the airport. He had printed it on a polaroid printer that Wooyoung had impulsively bought. Y/n was looking at the camera smiling widely, excited to see Seonghwa, and he was looking at her like she was an angel sent from above. Like she was there to make everything okay, and she was. Seonghwa always looked at her like that. 

“You look like you’re memorizing me.” She smiled down at the photo. In the photo his eyes were soft, completely unguarded, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I was,” he said, squeezing her tighter. “I couldn’t believe that you were there in my arms. Every time I look at it, I remind myself that even after being separated for a month it was like we never even parted. When I look at it,” he pointed to the photo, "I find new things to admire... the way your eyes crinkle, the way you lean into me.” Seonghwa turned his head, his lips brushing against her neck. “So much of my life is in the public eye and scrutinized, so I keep everything I can private.. but when i have this out… it’s like I'm finally letting myself breathe.”

Y/n turned in his arms, the picture held tightly between them. She looked over his face, his eyes were shining in the light, a soft smile graced his perfect lips. “This is more than just a photo, isn’t it?”

Seonghwa nodded and took the photo from her, gently hanging it back on the board. He took her hands in his and pressed them to his chest, the steady beat of his heart under her palms. “Yes,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “It’s a reminder, like I said. But it’s also a promise, no matter how the world gets I'll always have you to come home to.”

Y/n pressed her lips against his softly. This kiss wasn’t lust filled, or hungry, it was just a kiss full of love and sweetness. Seonghwa always has a way with words, he’s the most poetic person she had ever met, and hearing him use that skill to talk about her made her crumble.

Seonghwa kissed her back, his hands gently massaging her hips. “Jagiya…” he pulled away, his nose brushing against hers. “Is there anything you want to do today, specifically?” 

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” she smiled up at him.

And that's how they ended up spending two hours in silence while he built a LEGO build and she worked on editing. 

Seonghwa sat at his desk, his back to her as he snapped together the lego pieces of the star wars thing he was currently working on. He had changed out of his pajama top and into a tank top, claiming he was too hot, but he knows that she loves the way he looks in tight black tank tops. 

Y/n sat on his bed, her legs crossed and her open laptop resting on her thighs, she had gone to get it because she didn’t have Yunho’s video on her phone and Seonghwa had asked her to wear headphones because he didn’t want to hear Yunho's grunts while he tried to focus. Y/n just laughed at him, he took LEGOs very seriously and it was a little adorable.

She tried her best to focus on editing the video, admire the angle, adjust what needed to be adjusted, but her focus was constantly being pulled away.

His sounds.

Every few minutes Seonghwa would let out a soft, frustrated grunt. It was almost like a whine, signaling either intense focus or frustration over the pieces not fitting right. She’d glance over at him and see him leaning forward, his perfect posture contorted into a harsh angle over the desk, his brows together in concentration, his long fingers trying to align two stubborn pieces. His jaw would clench, a vein tensing in his neck. He’d push, adjust, and with a final press, the pieces would snap together and he’d let out a triumphant sigh and a smile would replace his frown.

And the cycle would repeat. The grunting, the shift of his back muscles under the tight fabric, the orgasmic sigh of success, it was all doing something to her. Her face was warm and her thighs kept clenching, and it had nothing to do with the video on her screen, it had everything to do with the man at the desk and that damn plastic toy. It was all because of Seonghwa’s intense focus, his muttering, the swearing under his breath…

Everytime he’d let out a frustrated exhale or mutter ‘shibal’ her cunt would clench around nothing. She felt dirty that something so innocent was turning her on, but she desperately craved his cock.

Y/n stood up, closing her laptop and placing it on the side table. She had an idea, the video with Yunho and the movie night antics with San made her more adventurous. She wanted a video with Seonghwa, it had been a while since theirs had come out, and it had been so long since they had felt each other in that way, but this video was going to be something new to her page. It was going to be about pure tension, the intimacy of simply being occupied together, connected while nothing else happened.

She grabbed her phone from the bed and opened her camera app, she switched to video and started recording. She positioned the device carefully on the tv stand, angling it to capture the side of Seonghwa’s desk and nothing else. It wouldn’t even show their faces, just their torsos, hands and where they sat together. 

Slowly she walked over to Seonghwa, her feet silent on the wood floor. She approached the back of the chair and rested her hands on his shoulders.

Seonghwa was so engrossed with the build that he didn’t hear her, causing him to jump when she rested her hands on his shoulders, but then he instantly relaxed to her touch. “Everything okay, jagiya?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her fingers working the muscles at the base of his neck. “Just taking a break. You look so focused.”

“These pieces are so stubborn,” he sighed, it wasn’t frustration, but content. He loved a challenge, even though earlier he felt like throwing the whole build at the wall.

Y/n leaned down, pressing her chest against his back, her breasts flattening against the hard planes of muscle, she felt the warmth of him radiating through her dress. She kissed the side of his neck, right below his ear. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her lips moving against his skin. “Keep building.”

Seonghwa’s hands stopped, his fingers twitching slightly. “Y/n?”

“I have an idea for a video,” she murmured, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest, feeling his pectorals through the fabric, her thumbs brushing over his nipples, causing him to inhale sharply. “A quiet video. You just… keep building, baby.”

She moved around the side of the chair. Seonghwa’s big, dark eyes tracked her movements, his eyebrows raised in confusion. She saw his eyes move from her to the phone behind her.

“What are you..” he started, but his voice trailed off when she gently pushed the chair back  slightly and slipped in between the desk and him.

“It’s called cockwarming, honey,” she said, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. The term felt clinical and filthy, but she saw his pupils dilate slightly. She kept her voice low, like it was a secret between them, but loud enough for the phone to pick it up. “I just sit here,” she ran her hands up his thighs, “with you inside me. And you… you just keep on building your LEGOs.”

Seonghwa looked up at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his ears red. His lips parted as he took in her words. She saw the immediate effect her words had on him, his silk black pajama pants tented, the outline of his cock vivid and pressing against the fabric.

“You…” he swallowed. “You want to… to record that?”

Y/n nodded, her cunt was already wet and throbbing just at the thought of it. Each throb felt like a demanding, aching need for his cock. “Do you want to?” she asked, her fingers trailing over his jawline.

Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered close, for a moment he was silent. Then he opened his eyes, and gave a slow, shaky nod. “Yes….” he breathed. He was thinking of the last time he felt her cunt around him, she was so warm and so inviting even after having all of his seven members before him, it made him harder just thinking about it. “God, yes, jagiya. I.. I don't know if I can concentrate, but…”

“Just try,” she smiled softly, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. She reached for the waistband of his pants, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. He lifted his hips automatically, eager for what was about to come. She pushed his pants down enough to free him. 

He stood fully erect, thick and curved slightly, still as pretty as the first time she saw it. His head was flushed and already leaking precum. She reached out and took him in her hand, he was hot and heavy, she gave him a single slow stroke, spreading his precum down his entire length.

Seonghwa’s head fell back against the chair, a low groan escaping his throat. His nails digging into the arms of the chair, his mouth open as he watched her.

“Shh…” she soothed, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “Just your LEGOs, remember?”

She stood straight and hitched up the bottom of her dress, revealing her black and pink lace thong, she pulled it down slowly, her eyes never leaving his. 

Seonghwa drew his lip between his teeth as he watched her. He had picked those out specifically because they reminded him of his first night with her, but also because he has a thing for lace. The sight of her, bare and glistening, just for him, made his cock jump against her thigh.

Y/n positioned herself, one hand guiding him in, the other bracing on his shoulder. Then slowly, at an agonizingly slow pace, she lowered herself onto him.

She moaned as she felt the familiar stretch of his cock inside her. Her nails digging into his shoulder. Her cunt was still tender from Yunho fucking into her against the wall, and from San fingering her during movie night, and the feeling of Hwa’s cock inside her made her eyes roll back. He slid deeper and deeper until he filled her completely, she was fully seated in his lap. Her legs draped over his, her ass against his thighs.

Seonghwa moaned quietly as he watched her face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth hung open slightly as she took in the feeling of his cock inside her. Her cunt fluttered around him, clenching gently. He squeezed his eyes shut. “S-shibal…” he stammered. “Jagiya… you’re… incredible.” he breathed, his eyes opening slightly. “So hot.. So tight around me.” he moved his hands to her hips, sliding them around to grab at her ass.

Y/n settled, and grabbed his hands, moving them behind her and onto the desk. “Dont stop building,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, angling her upper body to the side so he could see the desk behind her. “It has to be authentic.”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows drew together in frustration, a small whine escaping him as he looked at the desk. His hands trembled, the camera caught it, as he reached for the half assembled Darth Vader. He picked up a piece and immediately fumbled, another whine escaping him as he finally gripped the piece.

The room was quiet, the scene intensely erotic. Seonghwa, trying to focus on a child's toy. Y/n, impaled on his cock, feeling every shift of his body, every hitch in his breath. The only sounds were the slight creak of the chair when he moved, the snapping of the bricks together, and their increasingly ragged breathing.

He snapped two pieces together, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. She could feel his heart hammering against her. Inside her, she could feel the small twitches and throbs of his cock. The simple act of sitting still, being connected so intimately while he did something so mundane like building a lego set, was an aphrodisiac she never knew she needed. Her arousal was evident, her cunt coated him, creating a slick seal where they were connected. 

Her head was resting against his shoulder as she watched his face. “You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his collarbone. She sat up, her hands moving, one going to the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sliding to his throat, her fingers resting on his rapid pulse. “My talented, focused, Hwa… Building something so pretty while I'm like this.”

A shudder ran through his body as she ran her nails across his scalp. His next attempt to connect a piece failed, the brick slipping from his shaking fingers and clattering onto the desk. “I can’t,” he whined like he was in pain. His hands fell from the plastic toy and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her supple skin. “Y/n… baby.. Jagiya… I can’t.” he shook his head. “The way…” he groaned, “the way you feel.. It’s too fucking much. You’re too perfect. And you’re sitting there so patiently… so pretty… being so good…”

Y/n moaned, his praise combined with the raw need in his voice, sent vibrations to her core. A fresh flood of wetness trickled out of her, making their connection even slicker. She whimpered, her hips making tiny, involuntary jerks, grinding down on him.

That was his breaking point.

A growl ripped through his throat. The gentle, nurturing Seonghwa was gone, replaced by something fiercely possessive. Seonghwa locked his arms around her waist and stood up from the chair, lifting her with him, still on his cock, and then he sat back down in the chair hard, slamming her down onto his cock. He pulled her body flush against his, their chests pressing tightly against each other.

“Enough,” he growled into her ear, his voice rough. “You’ve had your time. Now you’re mine.” He began to move. It wasn’t gentle rocking, no adjusting to the sudden movements. He bucked his hips up into her, a sharp, deep thrust that had a cry escaping her lips. His left arm still tight like a vise around her waist, his hand gripping her hip tightly. His right hand tangled in her hair, angling her face into his neck.

“Bury your face here, jagiya..” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for an argument. “Don’t look at the camera. Just.. just feel me.”

Y/n obeyed instantly, her head turning into his neck. She pressed a kiss to his neck, an open mouthed one against the hot skin. She could taste the salt from his sweat, and feel his pulse beneath her tongue. She licked at the pulse point, she wanted to leave a mark so bad.. But she knew that wasn’t allowed.

Seonghwa’s pace was relentless. He fucked up into her, each thrust short, deep and punishing. The angle was different, making his pelvis grind directly against her clit with each snap of his hips. The chair creaked in a frantic rhythm, the LEGO model forgotten.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Seonghwa grunted, his breath hot against her ear as he tugged at her hair. “To feel me lose control because of you? Because you’re so fucking irresistible?” he licked the shell of her ear. “Shibal… jagiya… you’re so fucking perfect. So soft… so warm.. and mine.”

“Yes. All yours,” she moaned against his neck. Her hand rested against his chest, her nails clawing at him through the thin cotton of his tanktop. With each thrust, the soreness of her cunt transformed into intense jolts of pleasure. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, trying to grip his thick cock. She could feel herself stretching around the base of his cock with every withdrawal, then being stretched again on every penetration.

“You’re so deep,” she moaned. “So full… Hwa… please..”

“I know, jagiya, I know,” he panted, his hips faltering a little. His thrusts were becoming harder, faster, the slapping of her ass against his thighs filing the room. “You’re taking me so well,” he squeezed her ass. “So perfect. My good girl. My sweet, perfect, tight girl.” he kissed her hairline. “You’re gonna make me cum inside you, you want that? You’re going to milk me dry right here in this chair.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, his filthy promises sending a wave of pleasure right to her cunt. She gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into his shoulder. What started as cockwarming, a slow burn of pleasure, was quickly switched by Seonghwa’s sudden dominance… her cunt growing wetter with every growl, every swear, every good girl. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Seonghwa pleaded against her ear. “Please, baby… let me feel you.”

That did it for her, the desperate, whiny tone in his voice. Hwa was giving her whiplash in the best way. Her orgasm ripped through her, a moan escaping her as her body arched in his tight grip. Her cunt clamped around his cock in a series of rapid spasms, a milking grip that was almost as painful as it was intense. A gush of fluid, more than she had ever released, soaked both of them, the warm rush adding to the obscene sounds in the room.

“Y/n!” Seonghwa moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. He slammed up into her one last time, grinding his hips deep and holding her in place. The feeling of her convulsing around him was too much. She felt him swell inside her, then he released, his cock twitching and pulsing. It was a prolonged flood of cum, filling her deep, coating her insides. Each throb of his cock sent an aftershock through her cunt, prolonging her own orgasm.

They stayed locked together, trembling as they both came down from their high. Seonghwa’s grip on her gradually loosened, his fingers no longer digging into her skin, instead he held her gently. His harsh pants against her ear softened into light breaths, he was still inside her, softening slowly, but he didn’t want to leave her warmth just yet.

The only sound in the room was their breathing and the faint hum of the heater, the phone continuing to film.

Seonghwa nuzzled her hair, his lips placing a soft kiss to her temple. The dominance had faded away, replaced by the sweet, nurturing Seonghwa she knew. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was too rough.”

Y/n shook her head, her face still buried in his neck. “No,” she murmured. “It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted.”

Seonghwa helped her stand, his arms steadying her as her legs threatened to buckle. A slow trickle of their combined cum slid down her inner thigh. He saw it, and his eyes softened, a small smile on his lips. He’d never get tired of seeing the evidence of their love. He leaned back in the chair and grabbed some tissues and gently cleaned her. He helped her pull the dress down over her ass and then fixed his pajama pants that were coated in her liquid.

He stood from the chair and walked over to the phone, he stopped the recording and picked it up. He held onto her hip as he walked her to the bed, she sat down and he sat beside her, pulling her into his side. He clicked the video.

They watched together in silence, the quiet beginning, her whispered explanation, the long static shot of her sitting motionless in his lap while his shaky hands tried to build LEGOs. Then the blur of movement as Seonghwa stood and sat back down, the way her body disappeared into his arms, only the frantic rocking visible. The audio was a symphony of breaths, moans, his growls, and the wet rhythmic sounds of skin hitting skin.

“It’s… intense,” Seonghwa said, his arm tightening around her.

Y/n looked at the screen, her creator mind was taking in the lighting, the angle, analyzing everything. “It’s amazing,” she breathed. “But…” she zoomed in slightly, the DDEONGbyeoli on the peg board in the background. 

“Let me,” he said. He took the phone and opened her editing app, with quick ease he navigated the app and applied a subtle blur to the background for the complete duration of the video. He even, expertly, trimmed the end, cutting off the moment he bent back to grab tissues, his face slightly in frame. The video ended with them tangled together in the chair, panting into each other.

“There,” he smiled, handing her the phone. “Safe for your channel. If… if you want to post it.”

She looked down at the phone, then up at his gentle, concerned face. She kissed him, soft and slow. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, jagiya.” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now,” he said, pulling her closer, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Let’s rest for a bit. You must be sore.”

She was. Every shift of her thighs sent a throb through her, a painful but tender reminder of his passion. She buried her face in his neck as he pulled her to lay down with him. His warmth and the scent of his skin, his sweat mixed with the Black Opium perfume that they both wore, surrounded her in an intoxicating blanket. She could feel herself growing tired. His lips ghosted her temple, his hands rubbing her back gently.

They laid in silence, each of them growing tired. She drew lazy patterns on his chest until her hands stilled and her breathing shallowed. His hands stilled on her back, his lips resting against the crown of her head, subtle snores escaping him. 

Posting the video could wait. The world outside this room could wait. For now, there was only this, them together in a sleepy, silent, promise of forever.. And the certainty that both of them were exactly where they belonged.

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The twenty minutes was a blur. Yunho and Yeosang frantically cleaned the livingroom, it wasn’t dirty, but if they didn’t straighten their furniture and decor now Seonghwa would spend thirty minutes doing it himself because it had to be perfect. Y/n freshened up in her bathroom, switching into a different pair of underwear, a white cheeky pair with strawberries on it - wooyoung said that San would simply devour her in them, she paired it with the sweater Hongjoong had given her on her first night. 

She stood in the doorway looking at the two of them as they moved the table, Yunho was kneeling down on the ground looking at it with one eye closed. “I think this is fine. Not too close, not too far.”

“If it’s not he’ll just move it anyway.” Yeosang sighed, running his fingers through his newly bleached hair. Y/n was sad to see the dark locks go, but for now he was keeping the length, he just needed some toner now. Yeosang turned to her with a soft smile on his lips. “You get to pick your seat first, sweetheart.” He held his hand out to her, Y/n walked over and took it, and he pulled her closer to him. “Might I suggest the center of the couch, it has the best view of the TV.”

“Or, you can choose the chair, big enough for two, perfect for cuddling while watching a movie,” Yunho wiggled his eyebrows as he sat on the arm of the chair.

“You’ve had enough for the night,” Yeosang rolled his eyes.

Yunho’s gaze went to her camera in her other hand. “Do you want to show Yeosangie what we created, pipsqueak? Show him how hard i made you cum as i fucked you against the wall?”

Y/n looked at Yunho with wide eyes, she knew that they talked to each other about sex, but she had never been in the room while they did it. “I.. I was just going to plug it in, I forgot to grab it from your room when we left.”

Yeosang looked at the device in her hand before looking up at Yunho, his ears red and his eyes dark. “I think i’ll pass for now, Yunho.” he held Y/n’s hand as he led her into her bedroom, she plugged in the camera and turned to Yeosang who was leaning against the doorframe. “Did you two at least clean up the puddle of cum that was near the wall?”

Her face felt hot. She didn’t know why talking about this stuff made her embarrassed, they all had sex with her, they watched her videos with the others.. But when they actually talked about it, it just embarrassed her.

“Don’t look so embarrassed, Sweetheart,” Yeosang said as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m sure Yunho did a very great job at pleasing you.” he looked down at her, a smirk on his lips. “But I can make you cum without even putting my dick inside you.” he pressed a light kiss to her lips. “I think everyone else is here,” he squeezed her hips. “Come on.”

Yeosang led her out of her room and sure enough everyone else was filing in. Yunho was holding the door open, letting in a grinning Wooyoung who was holding two very large bowls of popcorn. Hongjoong came in next carrying various sodas, seonghwa had a bag full of assorted sweets, Mingi and Jongho were arguing playfully about the best flavor of chips, each of them holding a different bag. San came in last carrying a full strawberry cake.

“Jagiya!” Seonghwa yelled excitedly as he sat the sweets down on the table, and running over to her, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and spun her around. “I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

“Hwa, you literally saw her two days ago,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips.

“And you facetimed her this morning on the way to the studio.” Jongho reminded him. 

Seonghwa pouted, Y/n still in his arms. “Excuse me for missing my girlfriend.” he set her down and held onto her. “I was going to come see her last night, but someone…” he looked at Mingi, “took her to Lotte World all day and didn’t come back home until it closed.”

Mingi shrugged. “You’re just mad that we had a good time while you were working.”

“We’re mad that you took her there when we talked about going as a group.” San pouted, setting his cake gently on the table. “It’s not fair that you spent the whole day with her, in public, while we had to record all day.”

“Sannie,” Y/n said softly. “When we go as a group it’ll be just as fun. Besides, Mingi was a chicken and I didn't even get to ride half of the rides.”

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Y/n and Seonghwa. “That honestly won’t change, Hongjoong gets scared on the flume ride,” he laughed. “And seonghwa will be screaming in your ear the whole time.”

Seonghwa’s face flushed. “Shut up.”

The group laughed at his embarrassment. 

“We don’t even have to go to Lotte World,” Y/n shook her head. “We can go to Everland, or  Seoulland, or Tokyo Disney, or LEGOLand, ive never been to the one in America before and there’s one in Chuncheon.” she listed excitedly.

“We’re not going to LEGOLand.” Hongjoong shook his head.

“You and Seonghwa can go on your own date there,” Yeosang laughed lightly. “That’s the perfect couples activity for the two of you.”

Mingi sat down on the couch and looked at everyone. “So… where’s everyone sitting?”

“Seems like you claimed your spot already, Ming,” Yunho laughed.

They all looked at each other. The couch was big, but not big enough to fit nine people, and they only had one chair, so some people would have to sit on the floor.

“Y/n gets the middle,” Yeosang said, pointing to the couch. “Prime angle of the tv, and perfect access to everything on the table.” 

“So what? We go by age order for it?” Mingi raised an eyebrow. “Seonghwa and Hongjoong on either side of her, and then Yunho and Yeosang, san in the chair and the rest of us on the floor?”

“We don’t have to do age order,” Seonghwa shook his head. “But I’m not complaining that you’re just letting me sit next to her,” he pressed his lips to the top of her head. 

“I want to sit next to her!” Wooyung pouted. “I never get to spend time with her.”

“You’re not spending time with her, you’re sitting there quietly while we watch a movie.” Jongho rolled his eyes. “And so help me Jung Wooyoung if you talk at all during this i will punch you in the throat.” 

The group began to bicker back and forth about who would sit on the couch and sit next to Y/n. Yeosang relented and said he gets to live with her so it’s only fair that someone else gets to sit next to her for a 90 minute movie. Yunho however was not as relenting, he was fighting for the chance to sit next to her, even though he gets to live with her and was just inside her half an hour ago.

“Alright, children,” Hongjoong raised his voice. “We’re not having a tug of war over her. We’ll do this civilly." 

“Like what? Draw straws?” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“Y/n think of a number between one and eight!” Mingi looked at her.

“Um…”

“Seven!” San yelled.

“It was actually four…” she said softly.

“I was thinking that!” Mingi jumped up from the couch.

Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s… that's not how I meant we’d solve this…” 

Seonghwa leaned against the back of the couch, repositioning it slightly. Yeosang and Yunho shared a look, they knew he’d rearrange their furniture no matter what. “Get to the point then, Joong… Before I assign seats like a teacher.”

“Arm wrestle.” the captain said.

The room went silent, everyone staring at him like he had just said the most outlandish thing. And he kind of did.

Wooyoung burst out laughing. “You’re joking, Joong-ah.”

Hongjoong’s ears turned red. “I’m serious! We’ll do it like a bracket, pairing up and winners going against each other. The winner of the whole thing gets to pick their spot first, then runner up and so on and so forth.” 

Mingi pouted. “So anyone that’s going against jongho is basically a loser already.”

Jongho patted mingi on the back, hard. “It’s just friendly competition, hyung.”

Y/n sat on the couch, in the middle, as the members knelt around the table, Seonghwa having moved all the snacks onto the floor for the time being.

“Are you really going to do this?” Y/n sat crosslegged on the couch. “How about I just sit in the chair by myself so no one's upset?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “This is better. Let's see who’s the best.”

“Just because you’re physically strong doesn’t mean you’re better.” Hongjoong said as he and Wooyoung locked up in the center of the table. “You can be strong physically and weak emotionally.”

“You’re one to talk,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “You bottle up your emotions. The only one who doesn’t is Seonghwa, guy cries all the time. He cries when he’s happy, when he's sad, when he's scared, when he's mad… he's like a fountain.”

“Why am I catching strays?” Seonghwa frowned. “Kick his ass, Joong.” 

Yunho stood to the side, he held Mingi's phone pointed at the members, making sure there was no trace of Y/n in the shot. He was live on TokToq, letting the fans see who the strongest in Ateez was. No one was even questioning why Mingi was live but not holding the camera.

“Go Joong!” Seonghwa cheered from the side.

“Hongjoong! Hongjoong!” Yeosang and Mingi chanted.

“I don’t get any cheers?” Wooyoung scoffed. “Rude.”

San sat in the middle, his eyes on their hands. “Alright, I want a clean fight,” he said, his voice deep as he mocked a referee. “Ready? 1… 2.. 3… go!”

Hongjoong smiled at Wooyoung who gripped his hand tightly, the veins in his forearm on display as he strained himself. Hongjoong was not breaking a sweat. The captain yawned mockingly before he slammed Wooyoung's hand onto the table.

“Kim Hongjoong!” San announced raising his captain's arm.

“What the f-” Wooyoung yelled, cutting himself off when he saw the camera pointed at him. “Redo! I wasn’t ready!”

“No.” Seonghwa shook his head as he took Hongjoong's place. “Now move so I can beat Yunho.” 

Yunho handed his phone to Mingi who also made sure that Y/n was not in frame as Wooyoung sat on the couch next to her, pouting as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Yunho took wooyoung’s spot and grabbed Seonghwa’s hand. “I’ll go easy on you, Hwa.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be so cocky, Yunho.” 

Their battle wasn’t as quick as Hongjoong and Wooyoung's. They were evenly matched and both fought. 

“Ahhh,” Seonghwa groaned out.

Yunho laughed lightly as his arm began to shake. “I can’t let him win.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”

Seonghwa slammed Yunho’s hand down on the table and let out a victory scream. Yunho rested his head on the table, and began to fake cry.

“You probably would have won if you went against Hongjoong.” Wooyoung laughed.

Mingi handed Yunho the phone and took his spot, Yeosang taking Seonghwa’s. “Can I just forfeit now?”

Yeosang nodded. “I’ll let you.” he rolled his hoodie sleeve up. “Either way your ego will be bruised, Mingi.”

Mingi glanced at Y/n, who mouthed the word ‘hwaiting’ at him. Mingi smiled slightly and held his hand out to Yeosang.

It was over in the blink of an eye. 

Mingi laid back on the ground, pouting up at the ceiling. Yunho was zoomed in on Yeosang’s face as the group cheered for him. Y/n stretched her leg slightly and rubbed Mingi's leg in a consoling manner. He sat up and pouted at her before San rudely pushed him over to take his seat.

“Alright, San vs Jongho!” Hongjoong yelled as Jongho sat opposite San. “Easy win Jongho.”

“Yah! You’re supposed to be an impartial referee!” San swatted at Hongjoong. 

“My money’s on Sannie,” Wooyoung leaned forward and wrapped his arms around San’s shoulders. “Make me proud,” he kissed his cheek. 

San wiped it off with a groan and glared at Wooyoung as he sat back next to Y/n, who was laughing at the two of them silently.

Seonghwa was kneeling next to jongho and rubbing his shoulders. “You got this, he’s so weak.”

Jongho held his arm out and smirked at San. It was known that Jongho was very strong, he could lift plenty of the members with ease, as well as rip apples in half. But San wasn’t going to let him win, San had gained a lot of muscle in the past few months and he was determined to win. 

San flexed his arm as he gripped Jongho’s hand. Yunho zoomed in on San’s bicep, him and Mingi making a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’. 

Their battle was longer, neither of them moving really. San’s jaw was clenched, his eyebrows drawn tightly together. Jongho’s face showed no strain, but his arm was shaking slightly. He looked at San whose eyes were dark with determination, Jongho never planned to win, he didn’t care if he sat next to Y/n, honestly he was eyeing the arm chair away from everyone else so he could fall asleep without anyone noticing.

Jongho gave in and stopped fighting, letting San slam his hand onto the table. 

The room erupted in shocked outbursts and loud cheers from Wooyoung and Mingi. San looked at Jongho with wide eyes, he couldn’t believe he actually won. 

Jongho bowed slightly to San before sitting in the chair. 

“You let him win, didn’t you?” Hongjoong asked quietly. Jongho shrugged and glanced at Y/n, giving her a wink.

“Alright, down to the final four. Seonghwa vs Hongjoong and Yeosang vs San. The winners go against each other.” Mingi laughed.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa took their positions, and Seonghwa won instantly. Hongjoong dramatically threw himself to the ground like he had just died, while the older man ran around the room screaming.

Yeosang and San quickly locked up, their fight lasting a little longer. Yeosang wasn’t just going to throw it to San, he wanted him to work for it. San gripped yeosang’s hand and grit his teeth, a low groan escaping his throat as he willed the blonde’s hand down to the table.

“Let's go!” San yelled as he slammed his fist on the table. “Hwa!” 

Seonghwa knelt down and grabbed his hand, his face full of determination. It really didn’t matter if he won or not. The winner gets to pick his seat first, and will obviously choose Y/n’s side, and the runner up chooses next.. And she has two sides, so either way he’d be sitting next to her. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

The room was silent as they watched the two, it was amazing that it had come down to the two of them. The chat in the live was going crazy about how Jongho had lost, while others were just going crazy over the shot of all of the members biceps. 

“Tiny-ah,” Yunho said behind the camera. “Who do you think is going to win? Sannie or Hwa?”

The chat exploded with ‘Seonghwa’ or ‘San’, a few mentioning how they had all been talking in English the entire live, hoping it meant something. Speculating a full english album.

San yelled out as he forced Seonghwa’s hand onto the tabletop. Seonghwa laid against the table, melodramatically panting.

“Sannie wins!” Yunho cheered as he zoomed in on San’s face. 

“Now that you won, what are you going to do?” Jongho asked, holding the remote like it was a microphone.

“I’m going to Disneyland?” San raised an eyebrow, that's usually what people said right? At least in the movies?

Yunho laughed and ended the live just as abruptly as he ended his earlier. “They speculate nothing but a complete english album.”

Hongjoong laughed. “We’ll get right on that.”

“Alright, winner. Claim your prize,” Wooyoung stood up from the couch.

San immediately sat down next to Y/n, his arm wrapping around her shoulder as he planted a wet kiss to her cheek. 

“Lucky bastard,” Mingi laughed lightly as he placed the snacks back onto the table.

San looked like he had just won a daesang. He was smiling ear to ear, his face filled with unfiltered joy. He reached to the back of the couch and pulled the blanket he had given her as a welcome home present over their laps. They were thigh to thigh, hip to hip, she was flush against him.

“Mine,” he whispered in her ear as he tucked the blanket around her.

Seonghwa took her other side, San forcing him to get his own blanket. Hongjoong sat with Yeosang and Yunho on the ground, Jongho in the chair, Mingi next to San and Wooyoung next to Seonghwa. 

Hongjoong shut the lights off as Seonghwa clicked the movie, and because this was his idea he said he got to pick what they watched. Wooyoung said he didn’t care as long as it wasn’t Star Wars. Seonghwa ended up picking the live action How to Train Your Dragon, he wanted to see it in theaters when it came out but they were preparing for tour and never got time to see it. Now it is streaming, so he can watch it whenever.

The only light was from the massive tv screen and the faint glow of the city through the windows. Everyone focused on the screen, eating the provided snacks and drinking the drinks Hongjoong hastily grabbed from the 7-11 down the street. 

Y/n had already seen the movie, she went with some of her friends to see it when it came out, she brought her DDEONGbyeoli and a Hwa photocard, her friends made fun of her for it. The movie was good, and they had the subtitles on in English because she had told them to watch it in Korean so she could practice her listening skills and they could actually enjoy the movie.

But she couldn’t focus on translating the words in her head, or reading the subtitles at the bottom, all she could focus on was the warmth radiating off of San’s body underneath the blanket. His muscular thigh pressed against hers, she could feel the muscles through his sweatpants every time he shifted. 

She waited, making sure everyone was engrossed in the movie. Seonghwa watched with wide eyes as the film was widely accurate to the animated movie that came out over a decade ago, Hongjoong making a comment about the visual effects to Yunho who nodded his head. Wooyoung and Yeosang passing snacks and drinks back and forth, Jongho already snoozing in the chair.

Slowly, she slipped her hand under the blanket, resting against her bare thigh. She shifted her hand towards San, her pinky brushing against his that rested on his own leg. She didn’t look at him, just kept her eyes glued to the screen.

San glanced at her from the corner of his eye. His pinky reached out and brushed against hers. Y/n smiled shyly, and let her hand drift that final inch. Her fingers sliding over the back of his hand and intertwining her fingers with his. His skin was hot to the touch.

San turned his hand so they were palm to palm. He gave her hand a squeeze, a silent acknowledgement before resting their hands on his thigh.

She turned her head slightly, he was watching the screen again, the light flickering over his face. His jaw was tight, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. She leaned in, her lips pressing against the shel of his ear.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered, barely audible.

A shudder ran through him, his grip on her hand tightening.

She placed a soft kiss below his ear, then the sensitive part where his jaw met his neck. Her lips barely touched him, just ghosting over his skin. But it was enough to make San’s eyes flutter.

San turned his head, his eyes locking onto hers. The look was intense, a sharp warning. Even though he enjoyed it. His brows were drawn together, his lips a thin line. He wasn’t mad, it was a look of ‘not here, not now.’ But his eyes told another story, his pupils dilated, the want obvious in the black orbs.

He turned back to the screen, but she saw his other hand, the one above the blanket, clenching into a fist on his other thigh. It took everything in him to hold himself back. He was trying to be good, trying to be respectful of the others in the room. But she made it hard, and in turn made him hard.

Keeping her eyes on the movie she stroked her thumb against the back of his hand, tracing the tendons and veins. Then, slowly, she began to guide their hands off his thigh and onto her own. 

San’s eyes widened as he felt her bare thigh, he knew she wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie, she liked them oversized for that particular reason, but he didn’t expect to be touching her right now.

Y/n guided their hands to the hem of her hoodie, then she slipped it underneath, she let go of his hand and rested hers on top of his, making sure he kept his hand flat against her bare thigh. His fingertips dangerously close to her clothed cunt.

San’s jaw clenched tighter. His head turned to her, he licked his lips as he watched her slowly turn her head towards him. Her eyes met his, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. San looked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, but didn’t want to draw attention to them. 

Y/n pushed San’s hand further, his fingertips brushing against the wet cotton of her underwear. His entire body went rigid. His eyes locked on her, his pupils blown completely. A soft, helpless, sound escaped his throat. A quiet groan.

She leaned in again, her mouth touching his ear. “‘S okay,” she whispered. “They won’t know.”

Her permission, her coaxing, broke his restraint. His fingers twitched, then slipped into the waistband of her panties, instantly going to her wet opening.

His touch was hesitant, trying not to get caught. His index finger teased her slit, which was already wet. He slipped his finger inside, just to the first knuckle. His eyes fluttered close as he felt her clench around him, a soft breath leaving his lips. San began to move his finger in a shallow, rhythmic pattern of in and out.

Y/n’s head fell back against the couch as San added another finger. She forced her eyes onto the screen, she started this and was already getting overwhelmed. The secret fingering by San under the blanket, the solid pressure of his thigh against hers, the soreness from Yunho earlier.. San was currently gentler than Yunho had been, albeit it was his finger and not his cock. But San was always gentle and focused, he wanted to make sure that she never felt anything other than pleasure. Each thrust of his fingers had his palm brushing against her clit, making her hips jerk slightly under the blanket.

She needed to make him feel good too.

Shifting slightly she turned her body towards him. She slid her hand up his thigh and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. Her fingers brushing against the sharp line of his hipbone, he wasn’t wearing underwear.

San’s breathing stopped altogether. His eyes wide and trained on her face.

Her hand slid down and closed around him. He was already fully, and achingly, hard. His cock was thick and hot in her hand, a bead of precum wetting his top, making her grip slide easily. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, but he was thicker.

The moment her fingers curled around him, his head dripped forward, his forehead pressed against her temple. A silent exhale escaping him and ghosting over her neck. His own fingers stilled inside her, his entire focus on not bucking into her hand.

For a moment they both froze, her hand wrapped around his cock, his fingers buried inside her cunt, their actions covered by a blanket while other members flanked their other sides.

Then, San moved.

He began to fuck her with his fingers, his pace faster than earlier, his movements more confident now that her hand was pumping his cock slowly. His thumb pressed against her clit, a light pressure that made her toes curl, he circled it slowly, his touch firm.

Y/n moved her hand up and down his shaft, her flist gliding quickly, from the base up to his flushed and leaking head then back down. She spread his precum with her thumb over the broad head, paying attention to the way his breath hitched slightly.

They moved together, silently, secretly. Their breathing, even though they tried to control it, grew labored. Short, sharp pants escaped them quietly. Their bodies were stiff with the effort of staying quiet, not rutting against each other's hands, keeping their faces composed for the others.

The movie played on, Mingi laughed at something on the screen, Wooyoung threw a chip bag onto the table, and Yunho let out a small burp as he set his drink back down.

None of it mattered, it was all background noise to them. Their world had shrunk to just them under the blanket, the slick secret sounds of their hands moving and the desperate heat building between them.

San turned, his face buried into her hair, his lips brushing against her neck. “You feel… so good, angel,” he whispered, so quiet she could barely hear him. “So soft, so wet for me. You take my fingers so well. Such a good girl.”

Y/n bit her lip to conceal her moan. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, an involuntary clench. A gush of slick coating his fingers.

“Sannie…” she whimpered.

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’ve got you, angel. Let me make you feel good,” he kissed her neck again, his teeth nipping her skin slightly. “You’re being so quiet, so good for me. Such an angel.” His thumb pressed harder on her clit, circling in tight patterns. His fingers curled inside her, pumping in and out faster.

Y/n’s eyes rolled back, her back arching off the couch, she played it off by miming a stretch. Her thighs tightened around his wrist, trapping his hand.

San bit his lip as he continued to work that spot, she was getting closer. His fingers continued to move, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.

 Her hand continued to stroke his cock, her pace faster, shorter and tighter movements. She focused on his swollen head. She could feel him getting closer, his cock seeming to become more swollen as she continued. San’s hips gave a tiny helpless thrust into her hand.

“Close,” he whispered into her ear. “Y/n… baby i’m so close,” he whimpered.

“Me too,” she whispered back.

San’s movements became erratic, his fingers fucking into her harder, his thumb pressing painfully on her clit. His own cock jerked in her hand, the head leaking profusely, making her strokes slick and noisy. Thankfully the soundtrack covered it.

Y/n’s mouth fell open, a silent moan escaping her as her eyes squeezed shut. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, drenching his hand in a flood of warm release. Her body shook on the couch, her thigh bumping against seonghwa’s.

With a choked moan against her neck, San came. His hips bucked into her hand, a stuttering motion against the cushion. His cock pulsed violently in her fist, hot thick strands of cum coating her fingers and the inside of his sweats. She continued to pump her hand, making sure to milk the rest of his orgasm out of him. He kept moving his fingers, drawing out her convulsions until they subsided into weak flutters.

For a second they remained frozen, hands still on each other as they tried to calm their breathing. San kissed her lips slowly, not drawing attention to them. Their world began to broaden, the sounds of the movie coming back into their ears, Mingi asking Yeosang to pass him a choco pie. 

San slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt, a long slow drag that made her gasp softly. He brought his hand out from under the blanket, his fingers glistening in the light. His eyes darkening again, he then reached that same hand back under the blanket and gently closed his hand over hers, which was still wrapped around his softening cock. He pulled her fingers loose, and guided her hand off him, pulling her sticky, cum coated hand out of his pants. He laced their fingers together, their hands both sticky with each other's releases. He didn’t let go, just held their messy hands tightly on his lap, hidden from view.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss against her temple.

As the movie credits began to roll Hongjoong got up and turned the lights back on. Jongho sat up in the chair, stretching like he hadn’t been sleeping the entire time. There were a few groans about stiff backs, mainly from the three on the floor, and discussing the movie and the visuals. One by one they began to say their goodnights. Yunho heading to his room to go to bed and Yeosang heading to the bathroom to shower.

Hongjoong leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good night, darling.”

Mingi leaned down and squeezed her tightly, kissing her cheek. Wooyoung planted a hard kiss on her lips before running out the door claiming he had to pee since the movie started. Jongho waved at her sleepily before following the others out. 

San untangled their hands before standing up. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. “Goodnight, angel.” he rubbed his nose against hers gently before following after jongho.

Seonghwa stood up and looked down at her. “Jagiya,” he said softly.

Y/n looked up at him, “Hwa?”

He leaned down, resting his hand on the back of the couch next to her head. “Jagiya… next time you and San decide to get handsy under a blanket,” Seonghwa slipped his hand under the blanket, his fingers brushing against the wet fabric of her underwear. Her hips twitched, still sensitive. “You might want to make sure that you’re not flush against someone else's thigh.”

Y/n looked up at him, her cheeks red. She didn’t think she was that close to him.

“I’m not mad, jagiya,” Seonghwa cooed, his fingers rubbing over the wet fabric gently. “But I am free all day tomorrow, and would love to spend time with you.” he nudged his nose against hers. “Much needed alone time. How does that sound?”

Y/n nodded her head.

“Good girl, I’m looking forward to it.” he pressed his lips against hers gently. “Goodnight, jagiya.”

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Y/n has officially been in Korea for a week, Seonghwa and Wooyoung bought her a ton of clothes, so much that Seonghwa insisted they buy a dresser because all of her clothes were not fitting in the closet. San and Yeosang had taken her to the gym, at first she just went to spend time with them, but San eventually pouted cutely enough to get her to try their work out routine… by the end of the time she could barely move her arms and legs. Each member had taken her out to lunch or dinner, and surprisingly no headlines came of it. 

She even met Mingi’s mother, granted it was over FaceTime, but still, she met one of her boyfriend's parents. They told her that their parents are aware of their relationship, not exactly the entirety of it but they do know that their son is dating a woman. Wooyoung wanted to tell his parents about their relationship, all eight of them dating the same woman, but San said his mom would tell his, then pretty soon it would go down the entire line of ATEEZ parents and it would become a whole ordeal. The group decided to be together a little while longer before they tell their families everything.

Everyday since she’s been in Korea at least one of them has been with her while the others have schedules. Her first night it was Yeosang, her second day it was Seonghwa and Wooyoung, on her third Mingi took her to lunch and Jongho took her to dinner, fourth she spent time with San and yeosang, fifth was spent with Hongjoong and a dinner with the group, sixth was another day spent with Mingi, they went to Lotte World and then Mingi got yelled at by the rest of the group. And today was her seventh and it was being spent with Yunho.

Yunho and Y/n sat together in his room. He was on the bed doing a voice live on TokToq, his phone resting in his hand as he read the chat. Y/n sat on the floor next to the bed with her laptop on her lap as she edited the video of her and Yeosang from a week ago, she had been too busy to sit down and edit. 

Yunho was talking about a potential comeback, not giving anything away saying ‘of course we’re going to have a comeback, I just don’t know when,’ then he’d laugh about it.  

Y/n shut her laptop and sat up on her knees, she rested her arms on the bed and cradled her chin as she smiled at Yunho. The live had started ten minutes ago and the chat was going crazy asking for him to switch to video, but he would say that he doesn’t have his ‘face on’, meaning he's not wearing makeup. She loved how she got to see them barefaced while no one else did.

She slowly crept into the bed and sat next to him, he smiled at her and rested his hand on her thigh, his other hand still holding his phone, reacting to comments and questions like she wasn’t even there. He talked about the North American tour and how it was a little exhausting but the fans made it worth it, and that the stateside tour gave them all plenty of new experiences. When he said that he squeezed her thigh and winked at her. 

“Comeback?” he chuckled. “I can’t give anything away. But… we’re giving it everything and I think you’ll be very surprised.” 

Y/n moved so she wasn’t next to him but in front of him, his eyes flicked to her before going back to the chat. 

“Video? Should I?" he teased. He turned on his camera and smiled at the reactions. He tugged at the collar of his shirt so it was sitting right and ran a hand though his hair, fixing it. He didn’t have a schedule today so he stayed in his pajamas, and didn’t brush his hair, so they were getting the most boyfriend looking Yunho right now.

Y/n watched as he read the chat, he subconsciously had his hands in frame, either resting against his neck, touching his hair or his lips. Atiny loved his hands, and so did she. He laughed loudly at a comment, his hand dropping to his thigh, she looked down at it, and an idea bloomed in her mind. It was reckless, and dangerous, but she’d be lying if she had said she never thought about it before.

She shifted, her movement subtle and quiet. Yunho’s eyes shifted to her for a second before looking back at the camera, answering a fan’s question about something in Valorant.

Slowly she reached out, her fingers brushing against the back of his hand. He didn’t pull away, he didn’t allude to anything happening off camera, but his ears turned slightly pink. Y/n took his hand in hers, and slowly began to trace the lines of his palm with her fingertips, her touch as light as a feather,

She glanced up at him. The smile remained on his lips as he read the chat, but his eyes were fighting the urge to look at her. His cheerful, charming energy didn’t change, but his speech slowed a little as he thought more carefully about what to say. “I didn’t have a schedule today.. I just… stayed home.”

Y/n let go of his hand and rested hers on his thigh. Yunho’s eyes widened slightly, but played it off like he was reacting to a comment by laughing. She slid her hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms, she didn’t go for his crotch, instead she rested her hand on his bare thigh. Yunho glanced at her as she squeezed the firm muscle gently.

His ears were red and he looked at the chat. “I-i can’t give you a spoiler for an album!” he forced a laugh. “You’ll have to wait.”

Y/n smirked at him as her hand moved inward, she ran her hand over the fabric of his boxers, through the thin fabric she felt the firm shape of his cock, already hardening due to her actions. She curled her fingers around him, giving an experimental stroke over his clothed cock.

Yunho’s eyes fluttered for a second. “W-we may have filmed something. It was… intense.” he bit his lip as he read the chat, he wasn’t even processing the words he was quickly seeing anymore, the only thing on his mind was her hand on his cock. He shifted in his seat, to the outside eye it was just an adjustment, but for him it was to press himself firmly into her grasp. His eyes were glued to the phone, his jaw clenched. His chest rising and falling quickly, the angle of the phone making it uncaught on the camera.

Y/n changed her position again quietly, she laid prone on the bed, her cheek resting against his thigh as she looked up at him. She began to move her hand in a slow stroke up and down his length through the fabric. Yunho was big flacid, and gigantic hard. He was quickly filling her palm, his boxers straining to contain him. She could feel the heat of him though the fabric. 

Yunho was trying his hardest not to give the chat any idea as to what was happening. He answered another question, his voice dipping a tad lower. “My favorite performance? Probably the first night in Orlando… that experience was… unbelievable.” The both of them knew that that night was unbelievable for different reasons, that was the night that they had met and made their arrangement. Yunho bit his lip again as Y/n pressed her thumb against the head of his cock, circling his sensitive tip over the fabric. A tiny, imperceptible groan left his throat. His knuckles were white as he gripped the phone.

The visual of her resting her head against his thigh while she palmed him over his boxers was killing him. Not to mention how tiny her hand looked in comparison to his clothed cock. It looked so small wrapped around his bulge, even she was shocked to see it. The size difference was dramatic, her delicate hand not even covering the full thing. She was using her full hand to stroke him and it felt like he was still hardening underneath her, straining the fabric of his boxers in her grip.

Yunho cleared his throat as he brought his free hand up to his mouth, touching his lips absentminently. “We miss you too,” he bit his lip, an action he does when he’s concentrating, but he’s not concentrating on the chat, he’s focusing on not moaning or letting his hips buck into her hand.

‘You’re so big’ she mouthed to him as she squeezed his hard cock, a small pout on her lips.

That did it.

Yunho took a breath in, sharp and shaky. “I think… I think I've been on here long enough.” It had only been fifteen minutes. “I have a long day tomorrow,” he doesn’t. “Love you. Goodnight!” and he abruptly ended the live. When the screen went black he tossed his phone onto his bedside table. 

For a moment there was silence. He didn’t move and neither did she.

Then in one motion he grabbed her upper arms, his large hands wrapping completely around her biceps. There was no anger in his grip, he was actually quite gentle. His eyes, however, were full of hunger. “You,” he breathed, his voice low. He pulled her into a sitting position, her hand no longer on his cock. “That was incredibly dangerous, pipsqueak.”

“I know,” she whispered, her heart rapidly thumping in her chest. She felt her cunt aching at his harsh tone.

“And you’re so fucking sexy for it.” He leaned forward and kissed her roughly, it was a clash of teeth and a tangle of tongue. His hands slid from her arms to her hips, pushing up her shirt. She was only wearing one of his shirts and a black thong with stars on it, a new one Seonghwa had bought her. “Get up.” he said as he leaned back and bit her bottom lip gently.

He wasn’t asking, and he didn’t wait for her to respond. He stood from the bed and pulled her to her feet beside him. His pajama pants were obscenely tented, but he didn’t remove them yet. He looked around the room, his eyes looking for something in particular, her camera sat on his desk charging. 

“Get your camera,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Set it up.” he took off his shirt. “On the floor. Point it at us.” 

Y/n barely thought about his directions, just grabbed her camera from the charger and leaned it against the leg of his desk, angling it towards where Yunho was standing. She hit record. She stood up and looked back at him, he was fully naked now. His long legs on display, his toned chest and abdomen, the slight v from his hips leading down to his hard cock. It was long and veiny, the head dark and wet with pre cum. She had seen it before, but this was her first time seeing it in awhile, and in the low lighting of his room it looked even bigger than last time.

“Come here, pips,” he curled his finger at her.

She took a step towards him, and he couldn’t wait for her to close the distance. He moved himself, reaching his long arms out to her and pulling her by the waist. He lifted her as she weighed nothing, her feet leaving the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her a few steps to the nearest wall, her back pressing against it. They were still on camera, their bodies the only thing in the shot. Yunho’s frame looked gigantic compared to hers, and this angle only intensified that.

“You wanted to play with size?” he murmured against her neck. “Let’s play.” 

He pulled her shirt over her head in one swift motion, tossing it back onto the bed. His hands pulled her thong down. “Don’t want Hwa to get mad about ripping this one.” he chuckled as he threw it somewhere behind him. He slid his hands down to grab the backs of her plush thighs, hiking her up until she was eye level with him. “Wrap your legs around me.” 

She did, locking her ankles at the small of his back. This position opened her completely to him, her wetness leaking against his lower abdomen. Yunho supported her weight effortlessly, one hand under her ass while his other slid between them. His long fingers sliding into her cunt, feeling how ready she was.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he murmured. “You’re so wet. All of this from teasing me on live?” he thrusted his fingers deeper, drawing a moan out of her. “You’re a very naughty girl for that.” She clenched around his fingers. “Should I tease you like you teased me?” he leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear. “Or should I fuck you sensless like the bad girl you are?”

Y/n tugged at the hair at the base of his neck. “Fuck me Yu.. please.”

Yunho withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up at her entrance. “Since you asked so nicely.” he smirked. The broad head of his cock nudged against her cunt, she gasped as he slid it in. Even just the head of his cock stretched her. Yunho didn’t push in, he just rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness. 

This was a familiar thing, something that she usually does with Yeosang, but with him it was a promise of what was to come, with Yunho it was just plain teasing. 

“Yu…” she whined, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration.

“Look at the camera.” he whispered harshly against her ear.

Y/n looked over his shoulder, her camcorder lay on the floor, the view screen flipped so they could see themselves. From the low angle Yunho looked huge, his broad shoulders covering her completely, his waist looked about as tiny as Seonghwa’s. What you could see of her, whenever Yunho shifted, she looked small, tiny compared to him. Utterly enveloped by his frame. 

“See?” he asked, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. “See how small you look? How perfect you fit in my arms? My perfect baby girl.” He pushed forward, his cock entering her slowly.

He was still the biggest she had ever had, and the biggest she would ever have. Her eyes rolled back as he filled her. The walls of her cunt stretching to fit his size, the sharp ache of him filling her causing her to pull his hair once more.

“Fuck… Yunho…” she moaned.

“Shibal.” he hissed, his head falling to her shoulder. “You’re so tight, baby. Taking me so well, like always.” he kissed her shoulder. “Such a good girl, stretching for me.” both of his hands now rested on her ass, and the softly rubbed circles on her skin. The duality of Yunho was crazy, he would be dominating and slightly mean, then immediately soft and gentle… it gave her whiplash, but she didn’t mind entirely, it was nice to have a mix of both sometimes.

He held himself there, in her fully, letting her adjust, and letting the incredible sensation settle over both of them. Yunho could see where he rested inside her, the slight bulge of her stomach showing just how deep he was. She could feel every inch of him, the way he was already pressed against her cervix, the way she could feel every twitch of his cock waiting for a chance to move. 

Yunho nudged his nose against hers. “Ready?”

She nodded her head frantically.

Yunho smiled as he began to move. His thrusts weren’t rapid, they were instead a deliberately slow drag in and out. Each one hitting against her cervix. He used the wall for leverage, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. The angle was perfect and with each withdrawal the swollen head of his cock dragged against her clit. With each thrust in he pressed deeper, if that was even possible.

The room was filled with familiar, obscene, sounds. The wet slapping of skin against skin, the slick squelch of her dripping cunt welcoming his cock again and again, her whiny moans and Yunho’s low grunts. The camera on the floor captured everything, the way her ass bounced against his thighs as he thrust into her, the bounce of her breasts with each impact, the flex of the muscles in his back and thighs as he drove into her.

“That’s it..” he moaned against her neck. “Take it. Take all of me. Every inch.” his mouth attached to the junction of her shoulder and neck, he sucked a mark there before pulling away and immediately blowing cold air onto it, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. “You feel incredible. So soft..” he squeezed her ass. “So hot inside. Wrapped around me like you were made just for my cock.” he leaned his head back and looked at her face, her head rested against the wall, angled up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils blown as she looked at him with heavy lids. “You’re so pretty when you’re being fucked.” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”

Yunho shifted his grip, one hand moving to cradle the back of her head, protecting it from the wall. The other remained on her ass, controlling the depth and pace. He changed the angle slightly, and on his next thrust, he hit a spot that made her moan loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“There?” he smirked, hammering the same spot again. “You like that? You like how deep I am? Right there?”

Y/n nodded her head frantically, words lost due to the overwhelming stimulation.

Yunho shook his head and pulled out, almost all the way. “I’m going to need words, baby girl.”

“Fuck… Yes. I like it. Right there. Don’t stop.” she whined, her heels digging into his back, trying to pull him back in.

Yunho laughed lightly. “There you go.” he thrusted in completely, hitting that spot again. He could feel her orgasm building with each thrust of his hips, his pace getting faster and harder as each moment passed. The way her cunt began to flutter and grip him in involuntary spasms was a sign that she was near the end.

“I can feel how ready you are. Do you want to cum?” he asked, his own rhythm beginning to falter, his hips moving faster. “Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock. Show them how good I make you feel.” he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Be my good girl and cum.”

Y/n moaned loudly, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her back arched off the wall, her vision blurred for a second. Her cunt convulsed and clenched around his cock, a gush of wetness making his remaining thrusts sound sickening. The pleasure was so intense it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Yunho groaned as he slammed into her one last time, burying himself as deep as possible and holding there. His hips jerked as his cock pulsed inside her, the hot release of his cum deep inside her. She felt his release mixing with her own, the sensation of their combined fluids dripping out of her, despite Yunho’s cock still plugging her cunt, made her moan out.

He kissed her gently, still pinning her to the wall, both of them still shuddering through the aftershocks of their orgasms. He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. His cock still semi hard and inside her, gave one final twitch, the last of his cum leaking out of the tip. They could both feel the warm, sticky evidence seep out of her and trickle down their thighs.

Slowly, he pulled out. A small whimper leaving his throat as the sensation of her cunt releasing him. He didn’t drop her, instead he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently onto his comforter. He followed her down, collapsing next to her, an arm thrown over her waist as he buried his face in her hair.

They didn’t talk yet. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing slowly returning to normal and the vibrations of his phone on the nightstand. But he didn’t reach for it, nothing was more important than this moment. The camera still recording on the floor, the only thing in frame was the wall and the door, a little puddle of their combined fluids on the hardwood floor. 

Y/n turned in his arms tangling her legs with his, she rubbed her nose against his. She felt a tender throb deep inside her, but it felt good. A testament to the love they shared. She felt thoroughly used, and she loved it.

Yunho rubbed her back gently, a soft smile on his lips. “You okay?” he asked.

“More than okay,” she smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

Yunho kissed her back, pulling her body closer to him. “You’re so amazing,” he muttered against her lips. “My dangerous girl,” he teased.

Y/n laughed lightly as she ran her hand through his sweaty hair. She pressed a kiss to his nose.

Yunho was about to say something else when a knock on the door interrupted him.

Both of them froze.

They were in the dorm alone. Yeosang was at a dance practice with Wooyoung, and everyone else was in the studio, rerecording lines. No one was supposed to be back until late tonight. 

The knock came again, harder this time. Then the person called out. “Yunho? Y/n?” It was Yeosang. “Are you in there?” Yeosang turned the knob and opened the door.

Yunho stared at him, his eyes wide in shock. “Yeo! You can’t just walk in!”

Yeosang’s ears turned red as he saw the two of them lying in bed completely naked. He averted his eyes to the ground and saw the camera, still recording. So that’s why Yunho wasn’t answering his texts. “I-i’m sorry.” he apologized.  His gaze drifted back up as Yunho pulled on his pajama pants and handed Y/n her shirt. Y/n smiled shyly at Yeosang, trying to look innocent, but he knew it wasn’t the truth. 

“What’s up?” Yunho looked at him, his hands on his hips. He was trying not to seem embarrassed that Yeosang had caught them in the act, well after. Even though the two of them had participated in a 9 way a month ago.

“Movie night,” Yeosang nervously played with the hem of his hoodie. “Hwa-hyung’s idea.” he looked at Y/n, a soft smile on his lips. “Everyone’s coming over in twenty minutes. They’re bringing snacks.” He looked back at Yunho, his sweet demeanor leaving his face. “Please be dressed and cleaned up by then. Don’t make me come back.”

Yunho saluted him. “Sure thing boss.” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Yunho turned back to Y/n. “So… we have nineteen minutes… wanna fool around?”

Y/n laughed and shook her head. “No, I think we should listen to Yeo. I’ve never seen him so serious.” she melodramatically shivered. 

Yunho chuckled. “Fair enough.” He opened his closet and pulled out a hoodie, slipping it over his head and holding his hand out to her.

“Wait,” she said, looking around the room. “Where’s my underwear?”

Yunho looked around. “I tossed it behind me…” he turned, his eyes widening. He reached over and pulled the thong off TYUdeongi’s head. “I am so sorry, buddy.”

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