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Lessons in Love Pairing: Choi Jongho x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.5k, Co-Worker!AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor Warnings: One good smooch and mentions of more smooching. Summary: Your students learn that both you and the teacher next door are single which brings up the pressing matter of getting you two together. Immediately.

You love teaching your fourth-grade class - they are still sweet and inquisitive. Still learning how the world works and all its wonders. They’ve yet to outgrow their innocence and kindness. It’s a beautiful age to experience with an adult perspective and even more amazing that you’re allowed a hand in growing their ever-expanding knowledge and shaping their character.

One thing you hadn’t considered was their surprisingly persistent interest in your lack of a love life.

It had begun at the start of the year when you were getting to know your students and in turn, allowed them to get to know you as well. The kids had so many questions. Did you have a dog? A cat? A house? An apartment? Did you live with your parents? Can you drive a car? Are you married?

It was the answer to the last question that had struck them the most for some reason. You were a grown up but you weren’t married. In their minds, being married is just part of being a grown up so why were you single? What does being single even mean? Do you not know anyone to marry?

A simple introduction had turned into the great inquisition and with wide eyes and a nervous chuckle, you had to re-direct them to the only other interesting topic you could think of.

Recess.

Those clever little things hadn’t forgotten about the lack of a band on your left hand though and made it a point to bring it up every few weeks. Did you go on any dates this weekend? What kind of person would you like to date? If you have lunch with someone every day could that be counted as a date?

Admittedly, you fumbled through those.

You hadn’t realized that you might regret the way in which you answered them because it seems your ever-observant children have been spying you in the cafeteria with the teacher next door whom they’ve also learned is single.

“So, do you like Mr. Choi? You guys always have lunch together!”

“Yeah! And you guys are always smiling and laughing together!”

“And Mr. Choi brings you coffee!”

“My friend in Mr. Choi’s class said that he is single too!”

“Mr. Choi said you had pretty hair!”

“Mr. Choi has really shiny hair too so your kids would have nice hair!”

Left and right the children pelted you with words you had stopped comprehending after the first mention of ‘Mr. Choi’.

Oh boy.

Mr. Choi is your next-door neighbor at school. His classroom is actually attached to yours by a shared storage room and you suppose you do spend quite a bit of time together in front of the students but that’s only natural - you spend just as much time with the other fourth grade teachers.

Well, maybe not the exact same amount of time. You’re usually on lunch and recess patrols together. You always get paired up to chaperone field trips and tend to volunteer for many of the same events like dances and fundraisers.

If you had to really stop and think about it, Jongho was quite handsome. Broad shoulders, pretty smile, kind eyes. His surprisingly dry sense of humor did always make you laugh and he always leaves a coffee on your desk when he notices you’re running late since he is a chronic early riser.

Again, you manage to calm the children and their increasing pitch - your eyes darting to the adjoining door between you and Jongho’s classrooms.

It doesn’t end there, unfortunately, for you and your white blouse, exactly four days later.

“Imagine the fallout if the kids found out we went on a real date…”

Your mouthful of juice sputters and dribbles down your chin before staining the silk of your top with bright red liquid.

Jongho’s mouth straightens into a flat line and he hands you several napkins to dab at your ruined mess. “That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.”

Leveling him with a peeved look you sigh, “It’s not like that,” and glance back down at your blouse, “You just caught me off guard at the worst possible moment.”

Neither of you are on lunch duties today so you’re sat across from each other at a craft table in the corner of your empty classroom. Little paper chains rustle in the crisp air pumping from the school’s icy vents and you’re grateful for them in the moment since they make you keep a long grey cardigan hung over the back of your chair at all times.

You push back and ignore the sound of your knees popping when you stand to full height. Pinching the material of your shirt you tug at it rapidly as if you have some hope of at least drying the wet spots and speak openly to Jongho who is still diligently picking apart his salad from the cafeteria.

“I can’t believe they’re all so invested,” you comment before rolling your eyes, “Little gossips.”

Jongho snorts. “I’m surprised that you’re surprised. They love ‘spilling the tea’,” he says with an added flair that tells you it’s something he’s picked up from his students, “Whatever that means.”

“Look at you using the lingo,” you chuckle as you sit back down, “And what ‘real date’? Last I checked cafeteria lunch didn’t count. Thought you’d be more of a romantic, Mr. Choi.”

You’re smirking with mirth until Jongho decides to match your teasing, hooking his foot behind the leg of your chair to haul you closer to the table. You squeak in shock at the jolting motion and he laughs, stabbing another bit of cucumber and moving on like you’re not internally marveling at his flippant show of strength.

His thighs are kind of thick and firm you suppose if you think about it.

Which you’re not.

That would be weird.

“What?”

You say it so hastily that Jongho looks at you like you’re losing it and laughs. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, so it was because you are crazy.

Embarrassed you shove too much of your sub in your mouth, awkwardly and probably repulsively chewing to manage the gargantuan bite. The sound masks that of the napkin sliding across the table under one of Jongho’s fingers. You look up at him and he just pinches his lips together like he’s sure you don’t want to hear anything he might have to say about the mess on your face.

After the driest most excruciating swallow you’ve experienced to date, you attempt to wash it down with your water in your stupidly expensive bottle and nothing comes out. Pathetically, you whine and try to pry it open. There is a mechanism on the inside of the lid that keeps jamming and you really could use a new one but they’re pricey and you’re living on a teaching salary and a prayer.

“Let me help,” he says, pushing back in his little chair to rub his hands over his jeans like he’s preparing to empty his full strength into the effort to open your bottle but when it gives without so much as a pause he snickers and shrugs handing it back over to you. “Not really much of an opportunity to show off.”

You gawk at him. “What are you talking about? That thing was like welded shut!”

Jongho’s brows playfully rise until they’re high enough to hide beneath his fringe and the overwhelming urge to giggle and playfully swat at him nearly swallows you whole. He is so flirting with you.

Openly.

And you’re tripping all over yourself with glee.

Like any free moment in your school day, it comes to an end far too quickly and your classes are due to arrive in less than five minutes to continue instruction. Ignoring the butterflies in your belly, you take both your trash and Jongho’s to dispose of while he straightens up the table and then it’s time for him to head back to his own room and yet…you both awkwardly linger by the door instead.

“We should-”

“Maybe we-”

Embarrassingly enough, you open your mouths at the same time and talk over each other but you know you do not want to finish your own sentence and Jongho rocks back on his heels knowing he’s got a solid sixty seconds before little voices trail down the hall toward the door.

He takes a deep breath and says your name which is so odd because has he ever said your first name? Surely, he has…so why does it sound different now?

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

It comes out in a bit of a rush and he tacks on a “please” after a second thought and you nod because words don’t seem to form and you’re just stupidly staring back at him but…yes…you would like that. A lot.

Jongho blinks as if he’s shocked that you actually said yes…or well, gestured, that yes you wanted to have dinner together. He hadn’t even planned to ask. He’s not sure when the idea sprouted in his head but once it bubbled up and up and up he just had to let it out.

Now he has to plan the perfect date in less than five hours which means…

He grins and throws his hand up, thumb pointed toward the door behind you. “Gotta meet the kids…How’s seven o’clock? My place? I’ll cook.”

Still nodding, you manage to say something at last, “Yeah…yes. That’s…fine.”

“Okay.”

He slips out the door and you let out a long laughter-filled breath. With your room still empty, no one catches you twirling all the way back to your desk before you flop down into your chair. Well, it’s possible one person saw you since your door bursts open right after and you’re jumping up and into an incredibly animated history lesson.

Meanwhile, Jongho is assembling his kids in a group huddle because they have a new assignment: Helping him decide what to cook.

Your hands shake down at your sides just after you ring Jongho’s doorbell.

Fingers dance along the skirts of your dress - one different than you’d wear in the classroom. Typically, you wear fun floral or artful prints with plants or planets. Things the kids love to talk about. This however is one you hope Jongho will think about, even after your gone. Even when he sees you in your overalls on Monday because your kids are working on art projects.

The door clicks open and there is Jongho in fitted black slacks and a loose white button-down smiling back at you. His hair is…fluffier than usual which is an odd distinction to latch onto but the combination of his hair and his clothing, the relaxed slope of his posture….you can’t seem to stop looking at him.

“You look different.”

Jongho chuckles. “You look the same,” he says and it jolts an incredulous laugh out of you, “I meant that to say I think you always look good but I see that sentiment isn’t shared.”

“Are you going to invite me inside or what, Mr. Choi?”

“Wouldn’t dream of sending you away in that dress,” he smarts, stepping aside to let you in, “Besides,” he closes the door behind you both, “You have to see what a romantic I truly am since you decided to tease me about it.”

A romantic indeed.

His home is crisp, clean, inviting, and it smells heavenly between the cooking he’s been doing and the candles lit throughout. Your eyes dart to little details along the walls and shelves as he guides you to the dining room - also set perfectly with flowers and more candles.

It’s not at all what you expected.

At work, Jongho is relatively quiet but you learned after a few meetings that he was rather charming and engaging. He likes sports and cars - kind of a man’s man. When you became closer, you realized he was chock-full of sarcasm and dry humor. You appreciated him for his company and the laughter that he supplied more than anything and that still stands true but this is a different side of him you haven’t really mapped out.

Hardly noticing that your feet have stopped moving, you’re surprised when you hear Jongho chuckle from your right. “How did I do?”

He almost sounds unsure of himself until you turn to him with a warm smile. “It’s really nice, Jongho.”

Just the sound of his name from your lips makes the tips of his ear tingle. “The kids said flowers and candles were the way to go.”

Taking your seats at the table, you agree. “The kids seem to know too much about romancing for their age.”

Jongho gestures to your glass with the bottle of red in his hands and fills your glass when you nod. “It’s a little admirable though,” he mentions, eyes glancing up to yours, “They have such a pure and simple definition of love. Everything is still so beautiful in their eyes so all they know is a happily ever after and I wish it would stay that way for them.”

“Oh, you’re such a softie.”

Jongho pokes his tongue into his cheek and grins, using his fork to point toward your plate, “Shut up and try the food.”

Again, not something you imagined Jongho would be good at but the food is delicious and there isn’t a takeout box in sight. He mentions something about not getting too excited because he only knows how to make a handful of meals on rotation but it’s still impressive. He also keeps you laughing and entertained throughout the meal, even with the prickles of ‘holy cow, this is a real date’ floating around in your head. It all feels so natural.

“So, you clean up nice, your house is immaculate, you can cook, you’re good with kids…” You twirl you wine, bellies full and plates empty as you sit across from one another, “What are you hiding, Mr. Choi? Where is the catch?”

He grins, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “No, catch. I’m perfect.”

“The catch is that you’re an awful smartass,” you chuckle before draining the last of you drink. “I suppose I already knew that though.”

“I suppose you do,” he returns, gathering the dishes to deposit in the sink for later - for now, he moves you both into the living room to relax on the couch and continue the conversation. “I am genuinely a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy so I don’t know how much I’ll surprise you but ask the hard questions and I’ll answer them honestly. Anything you might want to know before we decide this is a good idea or just mutual attraction and peer pressure from ten-year-olds.”

Because you’re both adults, co-workers, and friends. It would be a waste to pursue a relationship you both want different things out of.

You purse your lips and think for a minute. “Dogs or cats?”

“Both,” he answers easily, “You?”

You tilt your chin in thought, “Both is good…I’m still in the ‘plant mom’ phase so I don’t have any pets but I’d like to. Any plans to relocate in the future?”

Jongho shrugs, “I’m not particularly attached one way or the other. The area here is pretty nice but there are lots of nice places.”

“You’re not overly picky, are you?”

He laughs. “No, not really. I’m pretty laid back.”

In the time you’ve known and worked with him, that tracks. You pivot in your seat, facing him a little more fully. “Oh, boy,” he jests, “Getting to the big stuff, huh?”

“Marriage…kids,” you state plainly, “Thoughts and feelings.”

Jongho rolls his shoulders. “I’m interested in both,” he says simply, though there is a tinge of hesitation like he’s waiting for your reaction, “My parents have been married for thirty years and are still very much in love so it’s probably given me a set of rose-colored glasses when it comes to long-term commitment but the idea of having ‘a person’...like “my person’ to share love and life with, to grow old together…that sounds good to me.”

You nod, chewing on his answer. “And kids? Singular? Plural?”

“Eight.”

You instinctively recoil. He’s playing with you, so you’ll play.

“Well, this has been great,” you pretend to stand up to leave, “See you Monday, frien-”

A funny little ‘oof!’ puffs from your lips when Jongho grabs your hand and pulls you back down onto the couch. It’s just a lucky coincidence you land much closer this time and when Jongho releases your hand, he keeps it close, almost hovering nearby like he’s aching to take it again.

“Yes, I would like kids and no, I don’t care how many. Even one is a blessing and I would be over the moon to be a dad,” his eyes twinkle and it kindles a little warmth in your chest, “You look all ooey-gooey right now. I think you like me.”

You give into the urge to swat him this time. Right in the chest.

Jongho loves it.

“I already like you,” you roll your eyes at yourself for admitting so out loud but it’s a bit obvious at this point and he’s teasing. “I’m not ready for all…that…just yet but I would agree we have enough in common to maybe…give this a try?”

You don’t mean for it to sound so unsure but you haven’t dated anyone in a while and this is your friend, your co-worker…this is kind of a big decision to pursue a relationship and you want to take it seriously.

Jongho squeezes your hand and doesn’t remove it this time.

“If you’re asking me to go steady, I’d gladly accept.”

You let yourself lean into him as you laugh. “Do you always have to give me a hard time? You’re so unserious!”

“That’s not even a word! Aren’t you a teacher?”

You push yourself back with a hand against his arm, “Unserious is totally a word! Aren’t you a teacher?!”

Dissolving into laughter, you wind up holding your hands over your belly to soothe the ache, heads dropped back against the couch. It takes several minutes to settle down, no thanks to Jongho and his smart mouth, but you’re having so much fun you don’t care that your stomach hurts or that your cheeks sting from smiling too much.

Spending time with him like this is something you want more of.

Rolling your head toward him, you break open the fresh silence with a question.

“So, Jongho,” you manage, still a little breathy from laughing, “Would you like to go steady with me?”

He smiles and it’s gorgeous to behold. “Yes, I would.”

Both shoulders jump up to your ears as if the excitement you feel is trying to escape your body and you grin like a fool.

A boyfriend. That’s fun.

“Don’t get mad,” Jongho chuckles, taking your hand back into his, now playing with your fingers comfortably, “I might have seen you dance all the way back to your desk after I asked you out today. You’re really cute.”

Like a vortex opening up and swallowing you whole, you crumble, shrinking into the couch. “You’re kidding...”

Jongho almost feels bad for sweeping your high away so quickly but he’s telling the truth. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and shot his ego through the roof. “If it makes you feel better, I called an emergency meeting with my students. They helped me choose dinner and suggested the flowers and candles.”

“And the wine?” you raise a brow, coming back out of your shell.

Jongho uses his free hand to scratch the back of his head. “Called my mom.”

It’s quiet for only a moment and then you’re fawning all over him. “Awww!!! Who’s cute now? That’s so sweet!”

He pretends not to love all your attention. “Yeah, yeah…so, it’s a Friday night and we don’t have school tomorrow…”

“Mhm,” you grin, nodding along playfully.

Jongho lists options off as if he’s reading off a menu. “We can grab another glass of wine, or a beer, I have that too,” he winks, “and bullshit the night away. We could watch a movie or if you’re tired of my company I could just kiss you goodnight - I mean - walk you out.”

He’s smirking like he’s just so funny.

“You could kiss me now, grab me a beer, and then we could talk shit for a little while longer,” you suggest with equal teasing, and his brows shoot up.

Butterflies hardly have time to take flight in your belly before Jongho’s lips touch yours, though it’s not rushed at all. It’s an easy sort of confidence in his movements like he’s so comfortable kissing you - like it’s not the first time and most certainly won’t be the last.

One hand cradles your jaw and he’s still smirking when he pulls away because it was a good kiss and he knows it.

You know it. The universe knows it.

“Beer, movie, and makeout?” he jokingly suggests and you’re hopelessly falling for every ridiculous, unserious word coming out of his mouth.

“You really are just a man’s man, aren’t you?”

Jongho shrugs and gets up to retrieve two cold beers from the fridge calling over his shoulder, “I’m not really into guys, but I could be your man!”

Letting out a sigh that fades into a breathy laugh, you smile to yourself. Yeah, he absolutely could be your man.

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Kinkuary 06 Jongho — dry humping // corruption kink

➥ bff!Jongho × bff!Reader summary: Y/N decides to take a break from studying when she learns her sweet and innocent best friend is still a virgin. wc: 2.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): virgin!Jongho, experienced reader, dry humping, Jongho is a whiny mess and his hands are everywhere, Jongho is very vocal, reader has a corruption kink, Jongho cums in his pants and reader cums in her pants, use of pet names (baby, good boy, etc), reader likes to praise Jongho and see him blush Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: SORRY. IM AN IDIOT AND DIDNT POST THIS CORRECTLY. IM SO SORRY. Thank you to sky for telling me so i could fix it. My bad. this was so much fun to write and I'm tempted to turn this into a mini series where the reader further corrupts her best friend turned boytoy turned boyfriend at the end of it all. Let me know what you all think about that. If there's a good response to this part, I'll do it. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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When the words left your best friend, you had to do a double take.

“You?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him over your textbook. Jongho looked up to meet your gaze, his cheeks reddening softly. “Don’t look at me like that,” he half whined, half hissed.

There were several shushes around you. After all, it was a library.

What was supposed to be a study session to prepare for your finals turned into a conversation with your best friend of 20 years about why you didn’t get any sleep the previous night.

“I refuse to believe my best friend is a virgin,” you hissed back, causing Jongho to look up at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, earning several more shushes.

You dropped your eyes to your textbook momentarily before glancing up quickly at Jongho who was now flipping through his notes.

You pulled out your phone and sent a text his way.

You: but really??? You’re a virgin?

You heard his phone vibrate in his pocket and glanced up as he pulled it out and glanced at the screen before looking up at you as you looked back down at your book.

Your phone screen lit up with a reply.

Baby Bear🧸: there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin!

Your fingers tapped across the screen quickly.

You: I never said there was. I’m just shocked you haven’t had sex yet Baby Bear🧸: why? You know how I am. I can barely talk to girls, let alone have sex with them. I’m not like you

‘I’m not like you.’ What was he trying to say? Was he… slut shaming you??

You: and what’s that supposed to mean? 🤨 Baby Bear🧸: you’re so… outgoing You: is that your code for slut?

You looked up upon hearing Jongho choke on his own air.

Baby Bear🧸: no! God no. I would never call you that. You’re just so much more confident. Sexually I mean. And you’re comfortable around practically anyone. Baby Bear🧸: i could never. I don’t trust anyone like that. Baby Bear🧸: well, except maybe you

Your eyes glanced up as Jongho continued to tap away on his screen, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Baby Bear🧸: i trust you more than anyone tbh You: then let me do it Baby Bear🧸: do what? You: let me be your first.

The sound that came out of Jongho upon receiving your text sounded like a cross between a gasp and a sputtering engine. He started coughing, covering his mouth with his fist as he looked up at you, meeting your gaze.

Trying to control his coughing, Jongho quickly gathered his things, with you one step behind as he exited the library. He was fast but not too fast that you couldn’t catch up to him.

You grabbed him by the arm. “Jongie,” you said, pulling him to a halt.

“Why would you say that?!” He hissed, looking around to make sure no one was around.

“Say what?” You asked, confusion masking your face.

“‘Let me be your first,’” Jongho hissed, his face screwing up in either embarrassment or disgust. You weren’t sure which it was.

“If the idea disgusts you that much,” you said softly, pulling the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. “Forget I said anything.”

You turned to walk away but Jongho’s grip on your arm stopped you. “It’s not that I think it’s disgusting,” he said softly. “It’s just… you’re my best friend, Y/N. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You turned to face him. “It’s really not. Friends do this kind of stuff all the time, Jong,” you replied. “We don’t have to if you really don’t want to.”

You turned to leave again. "It was just an idea. It's fine," you said, glancing over your shoulder at your best friend.

"No big deal."

No big deal was wrong.

The moment the suggestion left your mouth, it was all Jongho could think about for the rest of the day.

It wasn't that the thought of having sex with you was weird or gross or anything of the like. Jongho was actually intimidated by the idea.

You were much more open in your sexuality and your sexual prowess. He, on the other hand, was much less experienced. The furthest he'd ever gone was kissing and some light touches.

That's not to say he's completely pure. He's had his fantasies before and they may or may not have involved you in the past. He was a horny teenager at one point after all.

But while most of his classmates had given into their desires, Jongho found himself unable to do so. He was far too shy to approach any girl who wasn't you. Even when you set him up on group dates, which thankfully only happened twice, he just couldn't seem to get his words out or say the right things.

But with you? He could talk to you for hours. He felt comfortable around you. He trusted you and he cared about you and he knew you cared about him too.

Which is why he fished his phone out of his pocket mid lecture to send you a text, hoping this little plan of his might work.

Baby Bear🧸: we didn't finish studying You: did you want to meet back at the library after classes? Baby Bear🧸: nah. Just come over to my dorm. My roommate is out so we won't have any distractions You: okay. See you after class!

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You tried to focus on your worksheet but the way Jongho was glaring at you was making you lose focus.

"Stop glaring at me," you said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not glaring."

When Jongho had texted you, asking you to come over to finish studying, you couldn't contain your excitement. Maybe it was because you were secretly hoping your best friend was inviting you over with ulterior motives or maybe it was because you'd had a crush on the guy since the end of middle school.

Jongho didn't seem to notice how things changed around him in the transition from middle to high school. By the end of middle school, while he focused more on his studies, you saw how girls started to act around him. They were noticing him more as he grew out of his awkward childhood and started maturing.

And of course, you noticed, too.

By the time you were in your final year of high school, your tiny crush had turned into full blown infatuation yet Jongho seemed none the wiser. He never seemed to notice your subtle attempts at flirting. Perhaps he was as clueless as he claimed to be.

"You are too and it's distracting," you answered, setting down your pencil and beginning to stretch.

Since Jongho had invited you over to his dorm to continue your study session after the library one had ended so abruptly, you were currently sitting at his desk while he sat on his bed.

His eyed followed your movements, watching the way your shirt lifted ever so slightly when you stretched your arms above your head, exposing a small flash of skin that had him imagining things, heat rising to his cheeks.

Jongho cleared his throat and returned his eyes to his workbook but couldn't focus. Not when you continued to stretch.

He watched as you stood up and twisted your body, stretching your back before bending over to touch the floor. Had he not been fantasizing about you all day, he might have ignored the way your ass was on display as you stretched, bent over.

Had he been a little more focused, he would have noticed the way you glanced back at him, a devilish little smirk spreading across your lips.

You stood upright slowly before turning around and crossing to his bed. Jongho watched as you plopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a sigh.

Jongho, who pretended to not have been staring at you ass moments ago gave you a quizzical look.

"I'm bored," you whined, making him scoff.

"Studying isn't supposed to be fun," he replied, scribbling away in his workbook.

You looked up at him, admiring the way the soft lighting from his lamp casted a golden glow over his tanned skin, his dark brown eyes moving slightly as he read the text on the papers before him, the way his lips moved subtly as he mouthed the words his eyes were reading, looking more kissable now than ever.

Jongho wasn't a fool, he knew you were now staring at him, probably expecting him to entertain you somehow.

His eyes widened as you sat up, grabbing his workbook and tossing it aside.

"Yah! I was reading something!" He pouted as you took his pencil and tossed that, too.

"Then let's do something fun," you said, eyes shining with excitement. Jongho rolled his eyes. "We're supposed to be studying, Y/N," he reminded you. "That's why I invited you over," he added.

"Then let's take a short break," you suggested.

Jongho glanced at his poor workbook, laying in a heap on the floor, his pencil abandoned near it.

"I guess a break couldn't hurt," he mumbled, wondering what you had in mind.

Your smile widened and in a flash, you had moved, straddling his lap as he tried not to fall backwards onto the bed.

"W-what are you-?!" Jongho started to protest, his cheeks turning red at your sudden boldness.

"Shh," you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I saw you earlier," you added quietly, fingers grazing his scalp as you combed through his dark brown hair.

"S-saw what?" Jongho stammered, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"When I was stretching," you answered. You leaned in closer, your face inches from his. "I saw the way you were watching me. You aren't subtle, you know," you continued, your hot breath fanning over him, sending heat rushing to his head and not the one with the brain.

"Is that why you invited me over?" you asked, moving your head to whisper in his ear. "You can tell me, Jong. I won't judge."

Your words had a profound effect on your best friend, sending a shiver down his spine. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

"If you wanted to watch me stretch," you whispered, nuzzling his jaw, tugging lightly on his hair to expose more of his neck to you.

"All you had to do was ask."

Jongho let out a sigh as your lips met the skin of his neck, leaving light kisses as you moved down to where his neck met his shoulder, pushing the collar of his sweatshirt aside to tease the skin.

Your lips trailed back up, stopping briefly to graze your teeth against the spot just under his ear. Jongho let out a whine and you pulled back to gaze into his eyes. "You make such pretty sounds," you whispered, leaning in until your lips were inches from his.

"S-stop it," he muttered. You cocked an eyebrow.

"You want me to stop?" you asked, resisting the urge when he vigorously shook his head no. "Then what do you want me to stop?"

"Stop teasing me." His voice was so soft, almost helpless and you couldn't stop the smirk that appeared. "Are you sure that's what you want?" you asked, shifting on his lap and unintentionally grinding against him. "Hng, fuck," you heard him groan.

You pulled back to look down at him in shock.

"Did you just say 'fuck'?" You asked, looking impressed.

"Just shut up and kiss me already," Jongho snapped, looking flustered and like he was going to come undone any second.

You sighed out a "finally," before crashing your lips against his. Grabbing his hands, you placed them on your hips before tangling your fingers back in his hair.

The kiss was rushed, messy, but most importantly it was Jongho.

You'd wanted to kiss him for years and now you were finally getting that chance. There was no way you were gonna fuck this up.

Pulling back, your heart skipped a beat when Jongho tried to follow your lips, pouting when he couldn't. "What did you stop for?" he asked in a whiny voice. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you said softly, fingers dragging through his hair.

Your best friend's eyes widened. "You've wanted to kiss…me?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Of course I have, you idiot," you laughed.

Jongho's brow furrowed. "So then why did you stop?" he asked again, almost as if he was challenging you.

You leaned back in, connecting your lips in a much slower, more intimate kiss, lips parting his slowly and your tongues meeting.

With your hands in his hair and his mouth preoccupied by yours, you tested the waters by rolling your hips, grinding against him slowly.

Jongho let out a moan, the sound muffled by your mouth. You felt his hands tighten around your waist, nails digging into the exposed skin under your cropped shirt.

"You've never done this, have you?" you asked after pulling away, resting your forehead against his. Jongho shook his head. "N-no," he mumbled. "N-never."

You continued to move, grinding against him, feeling him harden under your clothed heat. For once, you were grateful that women's clothing was so thin, allowing you to feel more.

"So innocent," you whispered, ducking your head to press wet kisses to his neck, trailing down the side, leaving little marks as you kissed, nipped and sucked at his skin.

"You're so good at this," Jongho whined, tilting his head to the side, silently begging for more.

He was fully hard under you now, hands gripping your ass as you grinded against his erection, earning desperate whimpers and moans from him.

"This is all so new for you, isn't it?" you asked, lips brushing against his ear. He nodded frantically, trying to guide your movements. You let out a soft chuckle, grinding harder against him.

"Are you gonna cum?" you whispered, enjoying the way he moaned under your touch. "Y-yes," he whined. "Gonna cum in your pants like a good boy?" Jongho let out a particularly low moan at that.

"You're getting so worked up and I've barely even touched you."

"Please," Jongho breathed, fingers digging into your skin, grabbing your ass tightly. "I need more."

You slowed your movements, pulling your hands from his hair to cup his face. "More? You need more?" you asked, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I guess I could give you more.'

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned over, pushing him back, his back hitting the mattress. You started to move, continuing your motions from before, rolling your hips and grinding against him again. "Oh shit," Jongho breathed.

"Does it feel good?" you asked, watching his face as it contorted in pleasure. "S-so good," he answered, tongue peeking out to lick his lips. "I wanna feel more," he added. "Wanna feel you."

You smirked, moving faster, letting out your own moans. "You haven't even cum and you already wanna be inside me?"

"Yeah," Jongho answered, his hands moving to squeeze your thighs. "Wanna feel all of you. I need it," he added, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "I need you."

You moaned again. It was so tempting to remove your pants and take his cock inside you but you didn't want to push him too far.

"Mmm, next time, baby, okay?" you cooed. Jongho whined, wanting to feel his cock inside you now.

"Please?" he whimpered. "Please baby. I need you. I need you so fucking bad." The way he spoke breathlessly made you want to give in, push your shorts and panties aside and sink down on him.

Be a good boy and cum for me first," you replied, grinding harder and faster against him. "Cum for me and I'll fuck you later. Only good boys deserve to get their cocks wet.

Your words had the intended effect on him and his pleas for you to fuck him turned into desperate whines as his orgasm approached.

"'M gonna cum," he moaned, eyes fluttering shut. "That's it baby," you purred, coaxing him into it. "Cum in these tight jeans for me."

Your best friend let out a whine, hands moving to your hips and guiding you over his erection as he came in his underwear. Your hips continued, chasing your own orgasm and helping him ride his out. You didn't last much longer, coming undone on top of him.

You both stayed still, panting heavily as you each tried to come down from your respective highs. Jongho moved one hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a heated kiss.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" he asked, referring to what you just did when he finally found his voice.

"When you told me you were a virgin," you admitted, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. "But I've wanted you longer than that."

"Why didn't you say something?" he whined. "I've only been flirting with you since we were like 16," you replied, smiling as he pulled you in for another kiss. "You know I'm an idiot," he answered, lips against yours still. You pressed several short kisses to his lips.

"Yeah but you're my idiot now," you said, sitting back up, hands resting on his chest. Jongho looked up at you through half closed eyes. "I am?" he asked. "Yours, I mean."

You nodded, leaning over to kiss him again. "You are now." You felt him smile against your mouth. "Then that means you're mine, too?" he asked softly, to which you nodded, sitting back up to give him a mischievous grin.

"Yes, and now that you're mine, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing."

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hahafixon · 26 days

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An Exceptional Asset ~ *Choi Jongho*

Summary: You've only been working at this company for a couple months but you enjoy your time at the office and you're proud of the work you've done. And it seems your boss has taken notice of your hard work as well...

Pairing: Choi Jongho X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 2369

Warning: Wooyoung being obnoxious like always

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Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

Good things aren't meant to last. You probably knew that better than anyone. That's just because you've been in at least three different marketing jobs in the last two years. Nothing lasts and nobody wants to keep you on longer than a few months. That is, until you found yourself employed at Nimbus Hotels. It was a temporary position, but your boss informed you that there was a strong chance of being able to extend your contract into a more permanent position.

So far, in the three months you've worked at this job, it wasn't all that bad. Actually, you found it far more enjoyable than your last three jobs combined. But you were still unsure about the stability of this position. It felt like the rug was about to be pulled out from under your feet and you would soon find yourself back where you started: job hunting. This just meant you were ever so careful with every move you made and every job you handled. The slightest mistake could be your career's very undoing and you were not about to let that happen, not now, not ever.

The silver lining was your hard work did not go unnoticed by your boss, who made it a point every day to come by your cubicle and tell you what a great job you were doing.

"I swear, you are one of the hardest working members on our team." Seonghwa shook his head with a smile.

You blushed at his compliment. "It's nothing, sir. I just want to show my gratitude for this position through my work."

"And you're doing a wonderful job at it, I assure you." He sighed. "Sometimes I wish others would follow your lead. Like Wooyoung. Perhaps someday you could give him some pointers?"

You bit your lip at the thought. It wasn't that you didn't like working with Wooyoung. On the contrary, the two of you became fast friends and he was determined to take you out drinking every night to get you to loosen up after working so hard. However, you were already busy enough as it is with your own workload. You didn't think you had time to train another colleague. Not only that, but Wooyoung has been here longer than you. It didn't seem right to have you, someone who was still relatively new to the business, to train your senior.

Of course, speak of the devil, another head popped up from the cubicle next to yours. "Seonghwa, don't you trust me? I am an excellent sales associate!"

Seonghwa sighed. "Wooyoung, you're nothing but a headache and a pain in the ass. Also you're overly familiar with your superiors, which would look very bad on your employee review."

Wooyoung pouted. "Why do you always have to lord my employee review over me? I thought my superior would be above such dirty tricks such as blackmail."

You covered your mouth to suppress your laugh at their antics. It was never a dull day between the sales associates when Wooyoung and Seonghwa had the misfortune of interacting. That's what made this job so entertaining.

However, you knew better than to let them keep going. Standing up, you intervened on Wooyoung's behalf. "Forgive me, sir. But I think Wooyoung is very capable. I think he can figure things out for himself. Consider it as a way of teaching him to sink or swim in business."

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or not." Wooyoung continued to pout, though there was still a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

Before you could speak again, the hotel's Vice President, Kim Hongjoong, appeared before the three of you. Seonghwa and you quieted down in a respectful manner and bowed to greet him. Wooyoung, on the other hand, simply graced him with a head nod, which made him scowl.

"I hope you three are staying out of trouble." He said, his voice as sharp as always. "You know that they're looking to let some workers go."

Wooyoung instantly straightened up at his words and you had to suppress a wince. Despite Seonghwa's words about being one of the hardest workers here, you couldn't help but feel like you were on the chopping block. You just hope that the President would do it as swiftly and painlessly as possible.

"Of course, sir. We're always on our best behavior." The teasing lilt in Wooyoung's voice did not go unnoticed by you. If you weren't up to be terminated before, your senior's teasing would certainly push you over the edge.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes before looking back at you. "The reason I'm here is because the President wants to see you."

Your eyes widened and you pointed to yourself. "Me?"

"Yes, you. I'm supposed to escort you to his office. Now follow me, and keep up, please."

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed for the President's office. You gave a panicked glance to your colleagues, who tried to offer you encouraging smiles, but they were definitely fake. With a deep breath to steel your nerves, you followed the Vice President. He kept a quick pace that was a bit difficult in your heels, but you managed.

As you walk together, you let your mind wander to all of the worst case scenarios collecting in your brain. The biggest thought that stuck out to you was you were definitely getting fired. The only question now was what for? You hoped you weren't taking the fall for another colleague, but you wouldn't put it past some of your co-workers to save their asses and throw you under the bus. Again, you prayed your termination was swift and painless.

When you arrived at his office, you wished you could have had some time to stop and look around. It was so spacious and tastefully decorated. The large windows had a perfect view of Seoul and it made you wonder how beautiful it looked at night. But despite your desire to stop and look at all the art on the walls, your eyes found their way to the President, who was currently filling out documents on his desk. You tried to swallow the growing lump in your throat, but to no avail.

Hongjoong knocked on the open door and gave him a professional smile. "Miss Y/n is here to see you, sir."

President Choi Jongho looked up and you swore you almost melted upon locking with his chocolate brown eyes. He nodded to his Vice President and said, "Thank you, Mr. Kim. You may go now."

"Of course, sir."

Hongjoong didn't spare you a second glance as he quickly exited, shutting the door behind him. Now you were alone with the President of Nimbus Hotels. Your fate in this company and your dream of working in marketing rested in his hands. It almost made you puke all over what you were sure was a very expensive carpet.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the pair of chairs in front of his desk. "I just need to finish these last couple documents and then I will be right with you. Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

You shook your head and he returned to reading and signing the documents before him. So much of a quick and painless termination, although you were a little touched he was being so accommodating by offering you something. Still, as much as you tried to not let your nerves show, you couldn't stop yourself from shifting in your seat. You weren't an impatient person, it's just you were dying to know why he called you into his office.

Putting his pen away, Jongho finally looked up at you. "First, I want to thank you for meeting with me right away. Although, knowing my Vice President, he didn't give you much of a choice. He doesn't like it when he has to play secretary, but Solbi was sick today."

You nod, discreetly wiping your sweaty hands on your skirt. "It's quite alright, sir. I don't mind."

He smiled and you internally gave a sigh of relief. Your response seemed to have earned you a point in your favor. "I also wanted to inform you that I'm very pleased with your work as of late. I understand you haven't been here long, but you've been a very admirable worker. You complete all of your assignments on time, you're a great team player, and you're good at keeping morale up in the office. I want you to know it does not go unnoticed."

Here it was. You've been through this type of meeting three times before. He was buttering you up before informing you he was "regrettably" letting you go. You took another deep breath to keep your nerve up for a little while longer. Then when you make it back to your apartment this evening, you can drown your sorrows with ice cream and cheesy movies.

"It is because of your good work and good nature, I would like to send you to a conference in two weeks to represent the hotel."

Wait.

He's not firing you?

But you thought... didn't these conversations always go that way?

"Pardon me, sir?" You exclaim, completely flabbergasted.

His polite smile only widened. "The hotel has been invited to a conference and I'm hand selecting a team I would like to represent us. I decided on you to represent the marketing department of the hotel, that is if you accept the offer."

"I..." You trailed off, still completely confused with what exactly he was offering you. "I'm not being fired?"

He quickly shook his head. "No! Not at all! I wouldn't dream of firing you! You are an exceptional asset to the marketing team, which is all the more reason you are being considered for this spot on the team."

It was hard not to feel flattered from the complement of being considered an asset, so you let a small blush grace your cheeks. "I'm honored, sir, truly."

"That's good to hear." He nodded before his voice got quiet. "So, are you accepting the offer?"

You nod. "Yes, sir. I would be more than happy to represent the hotel at this conference!"

Jongho smiled so bright it almost blinded you, but it was an absolutely beautiful smile. "Wonderful! I will email you the conference's welcome packet and the itinerary for the event. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to contact me! I want to make sure everyone on the team is prepared for anything."

"Yes, of course, sir." You bow your head as you stand. "I promise, I won't let you down."

He shook his head, still smiling. "You won't let me down. I know you won't. I have all the faith in the world that you will be perfect like always."

Again, you blushed at his compliment and bowed your head once more. "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, and one more thing," he adds, "if this conference goes well, which I'm sure it will, I would like to offer you the spot on the next advertising conference in a few months. I think you are the perfect candidate to help advertise the hotel."

"Of course, sir! I would love to!" You bow one final time before excusing yourself.

Hongjoong is waiting near the door to escort you back down to your desk. He has a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm impressed. The President doesn't usually doesn't send rookies to conferences. He's very particular about cultivating the perfect image for the hotel. You must have really impressed him. That or he has a soft spot for you."

"Pardon?" You ask. This had to be the second most surprising thing you heard all day.

He chuckled. "Forgive me, I'm speaking out of turn. But I wouldn't be surprised. He's not very subtle when it comes to showing his affection, though he believes he is."

You want to ask him more about what he means, but you find yourself at your desk. As soon as Hongjoong left the marketing department, Seonghwa and Wooyoung descended upon you with hundreds of questions. You explain to them that you're not getting fired and that you've actually been selected to go to a conference in two weeks to represent the hotel.

"You mean the big hotelier conference that only the best hotels in the world are invited to?" Seonghwa shakes his head. "You are so insanely lucky, you have no idea. Not just anyone can go to that conference. And you'll be representing the entire marketing department as well as the hotel as a whole. That's quite the honor!"

"How did you even get selected?" Wooyoung asked, a pout tugging at his lips. "I should be the one to go!"

"Believe me, Wooyoung, you'll be the last one to be invited." Seonghwa shook his head.

You shrug and shake your head in disbelief. "President Choi called me an exceptional asset and said that's why I was chosen. Although..."

"Although?" Wooyoung perked up as he always does when gossip is being spilled.

You bit your lip before spilling what you heard. "According to Vice President Kim, he might have a soft spot for me. But that would just be ridiculous right?"

Wooyoung and Seonghwa looked at each other before turning back to you. Seonghwa said, "Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. But I wouldn't think too much into it."

"Oh he is so in love with you! Now the question is how do we exploit it?" Wooyoung replied on top of him.

You winced at their words before holding up your hands to stop them. "Look, whether he likes me or not, it's not important. What is important is making sure this conference goes off without a hitch and that's what I plan to do. I'm not even going to consider any sort of romantic feelings until afterwards."

"Smart." Seonghwa nodded.

Wooyoung smirked. "Just don't be surprised if he does try to make a move on you at the conference when you both are alone."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. In your mind you just hoped nothing crazy would take place at the conference in two weeks.

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daemour · 6 months

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Shut Up Before I Fall In Love

Pairing: Jongho x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, childhood f2l, family au

WC: 3729

Warnings: Cursing, absent family is a big part of it but not explored too much.

Summary: After you finish college, your parents ask you to move back home to help with your nephew. As much as you are bitter about your older sister dumping her child to go “find herself”, you’d do anything for little Jihoon.

When you return home, you’re surprised to see your childhood best friend, Jongho, still around, after growing up hearing him talk about how he’d love to move to America. But you won’t say no to his company.

This is written for @pirateeznet's anniversary project! My quiz result was Illusion :) Go and check out the other authors' works!

I do have an idea for a continuation of this more focused on the family part of it so if you want to see that too let me know ^^

As you leave the taxi, you hear your nephew screech your name before he can barrel himself into your legs. “Auntie!” You gasp playfully as you wrap your arms around the ball of energy clinging to you. “You’re here!”

“I am!” you cheer as you sweep the preschooler up in your arms, spinning him around once before setting him back down. “You’ve gotten so big, baby. Soon I won’t be able to pick you up anymore!” Jihoon puffs out his chest, proud of his achievement.

“Yeah! Soon I’ll pick you up instead!” You laugh, ruffling his hair. “Will you take me to the park instead of Gramma and Grampa?”

“Yes, baby. We can spend all summer together.” Jihoon cheers, his little fists pumping up in the air, and you smile at the cute action.

When you finally look up from the top of your nephew’s head, you first see your mother waving languidly and then your eyes catch on a familiar figure. “Jongho?” the name falls out of your mouth and the man in question smiles and raises a hand in acknowledgement.

“(Y/N), it’s been a while.”

Your heart is overflowing with such warmth at the familiar sight. “It certainly has been. Still in the same neighbourhood, Mr America?” you tease, grinning at the sight of Jongho’s ears turning red as he averts his eyes.

“Yeah,” Jongho rolls his eyes at your jibe good-naturedly. “I was six, dude. You’re never gonna let me live that down.”

You laugh, shoving at his shoulder. “You were six, and then you were twelve, and then you were eighteen and still talking about it. No, I will not be letting it go. But really, it’s good to see you again. Hopefully we can catch up at some point.”

Before Jongho even gets a chance to respond, Jihoon pulls at your pant leg. “Auntie, talk grown-up later! I’m more important!” At his straight-forward demand, all three of the “grown-ups” laugh and you’re quickly ushered into the house by the child, looking back and giving Jongho a quick wave. His pealing laughter follows you even after the door closes.

It’s only been about a week since you’ve returned, and it feels like both nothing and so much has changed. Your room has been changed into a storage unit and you’ve currently taken over the guest room, but the rest of the house’s layout remains unchanged save a few decor. Your mom also remains unchanged, and the only large difference is, well, the presence of Jihoon.

Every so often, you don’t expect him barreling around the corners into your knees and every time you see him, your disdain for your sister grows. It’s not his fault, and it’s definitely not her fault that the father is a deadbeat and out of the picture. And it’s not her fault that she wants to be able to have fun in life, but you also think that her time spent “finding herself” should not be spent partying it up dangerously and only showing up when she wants something from your mother. She doesn’t call him her son unless it’s to his face, but still won’t give him up for adoption for the pity points. It’s despicable in your eyes. Jihoon needs his mom but he doesn’t need your sister.

Thinking about the situation just causes you stress each day. You dropped everything to come here to care for your nephew, but she can’t even spare time to see her son win an award at his preschool. Jihoon is always asking about his mother, and neither you nor your mother has the heart to tell him the truth. Not just yet. His world is full of empty promises and you don’t know how to fix it.

Today’s another day of your mother desperately begging your sister to spend time with Jihoon and you taking the few school hours you have left to sit on the porch and contemplate life. Every so often you can hear another door slam as your mother paces from room to room and you wonder how you got here.

A gentle nudge to your shoulder makes your eyes fly open as you stare up at Jongho. “Falling asleep on the job?” he teases, a crooked smile on his face as he dodges your swat.

“It’s not a job,” you snark, even though you and Jongho know that’s a lie. “I’m just waiting for him to come barrelling down the sidewalk.”

“Spoken like a true mother hen,” Jongho laughs, and judging from his facial expressions he immediately regrets his choice of joke. You don’t point it out, however, and so neither does he. Instead, you scoot aside on the porch swing and Jongho plops down beside you.

You decide to ignore the heat of his body next to you and the press of his thighs against yours, just closing your eyes and letting your head fall against the back of the swing. A moment passes.

“What time is Jihoon’s bedtime?” The question makes your eyes open as you turn your head to look at Jongho’s soft side profile. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“How’d you know I was looking at you?” you ask without expecting an answer. “Anyways, he goes to bed around nine, why?”

Jongho still refuses to look at you and you wonder why in the back of your head. “Wanna get fries afterwards?” You raise an eyebrow at the familiar olive branch, poking at Jongho’s leg with your foot. Every time he felt like he hurt you somehow, he would always offer to buy you food, starting way back in grade school when he accidentally broke your glasses.

“Slick, dude. But yeah, I’d like to.” No more words are spoken on the matter as Jihoon runs up the driveway, just a nod and then your attention turns to the three-year-old. Once again, it’s time to forget you are your own person and become a parental figure for Jihoon. With a sigh and a shake of your head, you will those thoughts out of your head and prepare for a busy afternoon of watching Jihoon.

“Okay, I'm home free,” you announce as you come down the stairs to where Jongho is waiting with a patient smile on his face. “Let’s go get fries.”

“The usual place?” Jongho asks and you nod excitedly.

“I haven’t been to that diner in forever! Ahjussi still going strong?” Your eyes are practically sparkling at the prospect of going to the “old” spot.

Jongho smiles knowingly and that gives you the only answer you need. “And he still hates being called Ahjussi. Come on, I’ll drive.”

Excitedly, you follow him out to his old sedan, hopping into the passenger seat. “Any better at driving?” you tease and he smacks your arm without hesitation. Some things never change.

And just as you remembered, the drive takes a meagre ten minutes, most of which was you singing along badly to the radio with Jongho laughing at your pitiful attempts. Not that you were actually trying.

Giggling, the two of you stumble into the 24/7 diner, placing orders through laughter and you’re pretty sure the worker is already sick of you two. Jongho makes sure to tip her well and you ignore the warmth in your stomach again at seeing his warm smile and hearing his low ‘thanks’.

“So!” Jongho proclaims in a news anchor voice, holding his straw as a makeshift microphone, “Here we have Ms. (Y/N) (L/N), home from college! Please, update us on how your life has been in the great shining city of Seoul!”

You’re laughing too hard to answer him properly and Jongho smiles at you fondly. “You’re just as weird as I remember, huh,” you finally manage to say, wiping the tears from your eyes. “It’s been nice. I really enjoy all the little hole-in-the-wall stores I chance upon there, but it’s really fast-paced there.”

Jongho nods understandingly. “Small towns are really nice in that way. Not so much getting everywhere at all times.”

You frown, leaning forward. ‘That reminds me…why didn’t you go to America? You certainly had the grades to do it.” You didn’t mean to be direct about it, but it’s been pressing on your mind since you returned to town. “I left quickly for college, so I don’t know what was up with you for so long.”

Jongho grows silent, his eyes darting away. “It wasn’t much. I just wanted to stay instead.” But alas, Jongho can’t lie when it comes to you, and he never could. All it takes is one look from you for his resolve to fold. “I…you can’t hate me for this, okay?”

You frown, tilting your head at that. “I could never hate you, Jongho. Come on, just tell me.”

Jongho bites his lip and averts his eyes, but finally speaks. “I stayed for Jihoon.” You blink, confused, and Jongho rushes to explain himself. “You couldn’t just drop college—you were in your second year—and your mom couldn’t handle both your sister and a newborn. I didn’t want them to have to call you back if they could help it. I didn’t even apply to colleges at that point so I didn’t lose anything. I just–”

“Jongho,” you whisper, feeling your heart bloom with affection for him. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Jongho smiles weakly. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. All you knew was that there was a baby, but not all the issues that came with him.”

You smile back at him, reaching out to take his hands. “I don’t hate you, you know. You’ve done so much for us, and I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like without you here. Jihoon loves you.” Jongho peeks at you and you squeeze his hands comfortingly. “Thank you for all your help.”

Jongho’s eyes are suspiciously shiny, but before anything else can happen, the girl who took your order shyly approaches the table. “Uh, I’m sorry to interrupt…but we’re closing and need to wipe down the tables.”

You and Jongho both stand up startlingly fast, averting both of your eyes in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. We’ll be out of your hair,” Jongho reassures before turning to you. “Let’s get you home. It’s a school night after all.”

At that, the tension is gone and you smack his bicep with a snort. “Yeah yeah, dad, let’s go home.”

When the two of you finally arrive home, you pause in the driveway. “I don’t want to go in,” you blurt out and Jongho frowns, coming up behind you. “I know I’m being dramatic, but it feels like if I go in, my life will be gone. I’m twenty-three, Jongho. I can’t be a parent. I love Jihoon but I don’t want to live my life being his mom for my sister.”

Jongho’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder. “I get it. But you know, I think you’re doing great. Jihoon will get older soon and he’ll understand. And you have me and your mom to lean on.” He squeezes your shoulder, and in typical Jongho fashion, winks to brighten up the conversation. You roll your eyes but smile at him, thankful for his comfort.

“Thanks, Jongho. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When he leaves, his words stick with you up until you get ready to sleep and lie in bed, and you dream of his warm smile.

“Fries?”

“Fries.”

Those two words became a staple of your and Jongho’s relationship. About once a week, you’d go get fries and just chill and feel like the young adults you actually are. But a new problem has occurred.

You have a crush on Jongho.

And maybe in any other circumstance, it would’ve been fine. Perhaps in a different life, you would’ve been happy with Jongho, starting a life together. But not now, not like this. Not whenever you think about having a life of your own guilt wrenches in your gut because of Jihoon.

So like any self-respecting human being would do, you start to avoid him. At first, it wasn’t an issue. You didn’t mind hanging out in groups, but you avoided one-on-one time like the plague. It helped to use Jihoon as an excuse, but sooner or later, that wasn’t going to fly.

But on a day like this, when it’s just you and your nephew, you feel at peace. Your mom is having a luncheon with her friends and Jongho is at work so you’re watching your nephew yourself, something that surprisingly doesn’t happen too often. But your mom deserves some time with her friends too and you like having alone time while Jihoon plays by himself.

The pitter-patter of his feet does not catch your attention right until he stops at your side. “Hey, auntie?” Jihoon tugs at your pant legs as you cut vegetables in preparation for lunch. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you smile at him, putting down the knife and wiping your hands on your apron as you crouch down. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“Are you my mom now?” Your jaw drops and you’re pretty sure you’re not blinking because your eyes are stinging as you just stay in the same position. You both knew this question would be coming and yet weren’t expecting it at all.

“Jihoon, what do you mean by that?” You do know what he means by that but you need to get to the root of his thoughts.

Jihoon shrugs, no longer looking into your eyes as if he did something bad, and you feel guilty over your reaction although you don’t think you could’ve helped it. “My teachers always say mommies are always here and you are! So can you be my new mom?”

You try to speak but nothing but a strangled sob comes out and you clear your throat. “Jihoon, honey…it’s not quite how that works. I take care of you but I can’t be your mom.”

“Why? Grandma’s too old so it’s you!” He sounds almost angry about it and if not for the context you would laugh.

You frown as you think of the best way to explain this to someone whose knowledge of the world consists of LEGOs and Frozen. “It’s just a lot of adult problems that need to be solved first. Just like when you play with building blocks! You gotta build the bottom before the next part!”

Jihoon nods sagely. “Okay,” he agrees easily, patting you on the knee before going back to colouring pages on the couch. You’re left in the kitchen on your knees, silently letting the tears fall as your family breaks apart even more.

You want someone to come. You want your mom, you want Jongho. Distancing be damned. You just want someone. You try your best to wipe away your tears furiously when you hear the door creak open. “Uncle Jongho!”

Oh shit. You didn’t mean to actually manifest Jongho coming around, even if you knew that it was very likely that he would just go over to your place instead of heading to his own. It was almost like his own home at this point, no matter how much you and your mom tried to convince him that he didn’t have to let his life be taken up by your little family.

“Hey, kiddo,” you hear Jongho high-five your nephew and you smile despite your overflowing emotions. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Kitchen,” your rascal of a relative rats you out with relative ease (not that he would take that much interest in your forest fire of a crush). “She’s making lunch.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” You can practically see Jongho ruffle Jihoon’s hair, an action the toddler absolutely adores. And soon enough, his heavy footsteps make their way to where you’re standing like a buffoon.

As you’ve mentioned, you’re a self-respecting human. So self-respecting that you whirl around to hide your red eyes and overall pretty shabby appearance. “Hello, Jongho,” you greet him a little too casually and Jongho is immediately on high alert.

“What happened?” is his first question, with no hesitation whatsoever and you silently curse at how well he knows you. “Are you all right?”

“Oh yeah, I’m okay.” You’re not fooling anyone, not with a voice thick with tears and you’re refusal to turn around. “Uh…do you mind finishing up lunch for me? I think I need a moment to myself.”

“Yeah, of course…” There’s confusion and worry prevalent in his voice, and before you can escape to your room, you feel his hand grip at your shoulder as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

The warmth and sturdiness of his arms comforts you more than you can explain and it takes all your energy to not let the tears break free as you squeeze his waist before pulling back and sighing deeply with a whispered “thank you”. You’re still not ready to talk to him but you will never take his consideration for granted.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” Jongho raises an eyebrow and you know it’s not really a question. You can only nod and hope that you can escape the questioning for a little longer before you get your thoughts under control.

And you’re caught not two precious weeks later when Jongho corners you before you can go to bed, raising an eyebrow along with his request “fries?” and you know you can’t back out this time.

To your surprise, he doesn’t pull into a parking space, instead utilising the drive-through, before going down an old road you almost don’t remember. It’s only when you reach the destination that you remember—the open field you and Jongho used to skip classes at.

“Jongho?” you start to question but he holds up a hand.

“Not yet. Let’s set up first.”

“Set up?” Your words are stopped short when he pulls out a large picnic blanket from the backseat.

Not moments later, Jongho motions for you to come join him on the ground, smiling to himself at his little impromptu picnic. Unsure, you slowly lower yourself on the ground, and it’s only when you get comfortable he finally speaks. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

You blanch, not ready to have been called out so quickly. “What? What do you mean?” you try to defend but it comes out so squeakily that you know there’s no escaping the conversation. With another look from Jongho, you sigh. “I just needed to think over things. Nothing against you. Getting my life straight and all that.”

Jongho frowns, his concern sweet. “Is it about Jihoon?”

You almost laugh at how close and yet so far he is. “Basically. Just a lot of things adding up and I don’t know…just trying to sort through it.” It’s so hard to lie to him, even if your ability to is a little better than his. It takes everything in your willpower to not spill everything like you’re so used to doing.

Jongho tilts his head adorably and you can feel your cheeks warming up. You turn your gaze away lest you fall further. “I can help you, (Y/N). You don’t have to shoulder it all by yourself.”

Before you can stop yourself, the mental blockade falls and you blink at him, before blurting out, “Stop.” Jongho stares at you, surprised and maybe a little hurt, but your big fat mouth can’t stop moving. “Shut up before I fall in love with you, okay? It’s so hard, Jongho. I just want to be able to live without the guilt of Jihoon and eonni over my head but when you’re so perfect, so pretty and so kind it’s so damn hard to not love you.”

Jongho opens his mouth and nothing comes out and it’s only then you realise the weight of your words. “I…I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything,” you mutter, turning away in embarrassment. You didn’t mean to let it all spill out, and now what is Jongho going to think of you? You want to go home and hide under all of your blankets but the issue is Jongho is your ride home. You’re in no mood to walk and there’s no way Jongho would let you walk home either.

As you sit in awkward silence, a single fry coming into your line of vision baffles you enough to look up. Jongho sits right in front of you, his expression stone cold as he attempts to feed you a fry. When you open your mouth to question him, he just sticks the fry in your mouth. Unfortunately, he is a little too enthusiastic and basically shoves it down your throat and you cough violently.

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to do it that harshly,” he panics, rummaging around the bag he brought trying to find his water bottle, and you almost laugh but choke some more instead. “Stop talking you’re making it worse!”

With some patting on the back by Jongho and an unholy amount of water, you finally manage to swallow the fry properly. “What was that for?” you croak out and it’s Jongho’s turn to look away bashfully.

“I just wanted you to shut up and stop being stupid.” Jongho scolds, his hand coming up to rest at the top of your head. You can’t help but notice the way his fingers slowly stroke at your hair. “You shouldn’t hold all that to yourself. Talk about it, you idiot. How else would I know you like me too?”

You stare at him, unblinking as you process his words. “You what?”

Jongho rolls his eyes before leaning closer so his nose almost touches yours. “I like you, you fool. Don’t feel guilty about it, idiot. Jihoon would want you to be happy, and I won’t be weird about it. I practically raised him too, you know. It hurts a little you think I wouldn’t care that much.”

You don’t know what to say to that and instead just opt for something more simple. “Can I kiss you?”

All Jongho does in answer is press his lips to yours. As soon as your faces meet, you feel the warmth in your stomach bubble up so intensely that you fear you might melt with all the love you have for him. “What did I do to deserve you?” you mumble and you can feel Jongho’s smile against your lips.

“You were you.”

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eternalmingki · 2 years

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After All This Time (c.jh)

❊ Pairing: choi jongho x gn!reader

❊ Genre: fluff, long distance relationship, non-idol!au

❊ Warnings: fluff

❊ Wc: 1.8k

❊ Featuring: Eunkwang|BTOB, Seungmin|Stray Kids

❊ Summary: you and jongho met when you were visiting South Korea on vacation. you both decided to exchange numbers to keep in contact. you both ended up dating after texting and face timing for months on end. now, two years later, you were surprising him with something special.

❊a/n: Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated since that’s how the algorithm here works. So if you could reblog my works or leave a comment that would be greatly appreciated!

You smiled as you were continuing your packing. You had gotten the official documents for your visa today as well as the official transfer for your job and you were beyond excited. At the end of the week, you were planning on flying out to Korea as a surprise to your boyfriend.

You and Jongho met 2 and a half years ago when you were vacationing. And you had fallen head over heels for the man when you had run into him at a market. He felt bad for bumping into you and decided to buy you something to make up for it. Specifically, food, which you were greatly appreciative for. You told him you were visiting on vacation and he offered to show you around a little, to places most people didn’t know about unless they knew the area.

And after that initial interaction, you asked for his number, flustering the boy before he agreed. And over your time there, you continuously met up. He showed you around, showed you amazing places to eat. You both had an amazing time.

Now, two and a half years later, you were dating. After talking about him for the millionth time to your friends, one of them said something about it. Asked you why you two weren’t dating yet. You brushed it off, your face bright pink. But that comment got you thinking. So that very night you had called him.

“Hey! You caught me at a good time! I’m headed off to lunch with Eunkwang Hyung and Seungmin Hyung!” you recalled those names being a couple of people from Jongho’s job.

“Oh..! I can call you back if you’d like.” you quickly said, embarrassed about what you were going to bring up to him.

“No, no! You're okay! I'm on my way now. What's up?” he asked. You were so nervous, where did you even begin? Did you try to give this long explanation? No, that would be too embarrassing.

“There’s something I needed to tell you,” you said and he waited for you to continue. “So. I’ve been thinking recently. We’ve been talking for, what, six months now?” you asked.

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah! It definitely doesn’t feel like it’s been that long at all,” he said sweetly.

You smiled. God, he was so cute. “Well, I know we live in entirely different parts of the world and we can only call one another. But I wanted to tell you that I really like you. You’re very sweet to me and I’ve been feeling this way I think for a little while now. I understand if you don’t want to try because of the distance. But I thought it would be better if I told you rather than holding it in.” you ranted, cheeks pink. And when you were met with silence from his end, you got even more flustered. “Sorry. It was stupid to bring up. I’ll leave you to your day.”

“No!” He quickly said and you had to pull the phone away from your ear from how loud he said that. You then heard him clear his throat. “I mean, I just never thought you’d like me back. I was worried you wouldn’t want to try because of our distance.”

And just like that, you two started dating. And one day, you got something in the mail, just after your and Jongho’s first year anniversary. It was a promise ring with his and your initials engraved on the inside of it. And a note from Jongho.

You read through it and had immediately called him afterward, in tears from how sweet it was. He was confessing his love to you in this letter, promising himself to you.

And here you were in the present day, having finished packing you played with the ring and smiled as you picked up your phone and face timed him. He picked up the phone and you couldn’t help but get shy. It was the morning for him, so he must have just woken. He was laying in bed, the top part of his chest being exposed from under the blanket. “Hey, sunshine. What’s up?” he asked in his morning voice.

“Hi, baby. I just wanted to call and tell you some amazing news,” you said happily.

“Did you get a promotion at work?” he asked.

“Not exactly. Something even better,” you said, smiling happily. He looked confused as he tried to wrack his brain.

“I got nothing. What’s this exciting news you have for me then?” he asked.

“Well. My work approved a transfer for me,” you said. Having just woken up, he wasn’t catching on. “Jongho. My transfer is to Korea. I’m gonna be living there now.” his eyes slowly lit up as he realized and he bolted up, making sure to keep the blanket over his chest.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” he asked quickly, and you smiled happily and nodded. “When?”

“The end of the week. That’s when my flight is.” you said, watching as he went to grab a shirt before picking his phone back up.

“Oh jeez. I have to clean and get this place ready if you’re gonna live here.” he said and you flushed.

“With you? I mean, are we ready for that?” you asked.

“y/n. We’ve been dating for two years. Granted, we haven’t been together physically at all those two years, but I think we’re ready for that. I’m just ready to be able to hold you every day.” Jongho said and you smiled.

“Well, my flight is just before 5 am from here on friday. So if things hold true, I should be getting there around 9 am your time on Saturday.” you said and he ran a hand through his hair. Gosh he was just too pretty.

“Then I will make sure this place is perfect for you. I can’t wait to see you again.” he said softly, smiling at the camera.

“And I can’t wait to see you, Jongho.”

・❥・

The next week, you were so antsy. You were leaving your life behind here, but it meant that you got to see your boyfriend every day now. You said goodbye to your friends the evening before, all of you going out to dinner before you spent your last night in your apartment. That morning, you woke up at three o’clock in the morning and got ready. You got plenty of sleep and just wouldn’t be able to sleep on that flight to Korea. You were too excited. So you styled your hair and made sure you looked presentable. You smiled at yourself and gave a soft sigh.

“You’ve got this, y/n.” and with that, you grabbed the two suitcases and carryon bag you were taking over for the time before the rest of your things were going to be coming. You drove to the airport and went through baggage check and security. And before you knew it, you were seated on your airplane. You texted Jongho to let him know you had just boarded. And you told him to get plenty of sleep.

He responded with the heart eyes emojis and all caps about how excited he was to be able to hold you in his arms. Your heart swelled as you settled in, looking out the window you were seated next to as your flight took off.

It felt so long yet so short when you finally landed at the airport in Seoul, where your boyfriend lived and worked. The plan had arrived at 9:30 in the morning and you and the other passengers exited the plan together with your luggage. You went to baggage claim and grabbed your suitcases before you started walking. You were headed down an escalator when your eyes widened.

There he was. Dressed in blue jeans and a orange and white shirt, one that you had found and sent to Jongho as one of the many christmas presents you had gotten him. His brown hair was styled in a messy way but it suited him. Next to him was an older male, dressed in jeans and a sweater. You recognized him as Eunkwang, someone that Jongho worked with and greatly admired. You felt tears well as you stood there. After two long years of longing and lonely nights, there he was.

You saw Eunkwang elbow him a little and gesture towards you, you saw him look and do a double take. He seemingly stumbled, as if he couldn’t believe it. You barely could yourself. As soon as you got on solid ground, you ran towards him. When you got closer, you dropped your bag and suitcases and ran right into his arms. His strong arms around around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you a bit and causing you to giggle. He set you back down on your feet and looked at you. He had tears in his eyes as he cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“You’re here. This has felt like a dream.” he said through tears. You were already fully crying now as you held onto him.

“Trust me. This hasn’t felt real to me until this moment right now. Even now, it doesn’f feel real.” you said with a small laugh.

He smiled and brushed some of your hair back, just gazing at you. You saw him hesitated before he just went for it. And he kissed you. In front of Eunkwang, who had picked up your bags for you, and in front of all these different people. You felt your heart skip a beat. This was the first kiss you were able to share with Jongho. And by god, you hoped there were many more to come. He pulled away and smiled, resting his forehead against yours.

“After all this time, I finally got to give you our first kiss. I hope you don’t mind.” he said in a gentle voice. One that had lulled you to sleep many nights before.

“I don’t mind at all.” you said with a small smile, playing with his hair.

“Believe me. Don’t get used to that with him in public.” Eunkwang piped up cheerily, causing you and Jongho to pull apart and blush. “Jongho isn’t much of one for pda.”

“I don’t mind. I’m just glad we got to do that.” you said softly.

Jongho smiled and held out his hand to you. “Shall we?” he asked softly.

Without any hesitation, you grabbed his hand and intertwined your finger with his, pulling yourself closer to him. You took your carryon bag from Eunkwang and nodded. You were ready. You were starting a new chapter of your life. And it was with Jongho. “Yeah. Let’s go.” You were happy.

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slytherinyourrpants · 2 years

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Needy (c.j.) (18+)

pairing: jongho x noona!reader

18+ dni if minor

warnings: erotic lactation, handjob, mommy kink, slight oral (w receiving), sub!jongho

summary: jongho needs his noona’s help to unwind after a long day

words: 856

note: this might be the start of a series of each of the boys?? I have no concrete plan tho, but until i figure that out I hope you’ll enjoy this! I’m slowly starting to be comfortable writing smut! feedback is always welcome, and please reblog! It means a lot to me!

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“Noona.”

Jongho’s voice rips you away from your novel. The poor thing stands at the door, pure exhaustion on his face. The expression alone was enough to tell about his day. A deep pout replaced his usually gummy smile, breaking your heart. There was only one way to make him feel better and that was a cuddle session. Fixing the blankets and other items around, you pat the spot right beside you.

“Come here.”

You wait until he sits next to you, your attention now back to the novel. Instead Jongho repositions you on the couch, placing you closer to the armrest. It took no time to realize what he wanted. A giggle was swallowed when his hands tickled your stomach as they pulled up your shirt. The discovery of a bare chest excited him. Big eyes bore into yours, silently pleading. How could you deny him when he was so cute?

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

Your boyfriend is all in, but remains gentle as he places a pillow on the armrest and lays down with his face towards you. He pulls you down for a quick kiss, moaning as your tongue slips into his mouth. As much as you wanted to sit there and kiss him, he interrupted your reading time and you were on a pivotal part.

“Isn’t there something else you'd rather be doing?” The question hushed his complaints immediately.

It was like he had forgotten, nearly getting whiplash turning back to your chest. Instantly, the energy surged back into him, eagerly engulfing your nipple in his mouth. Tension started to leave his body at the first suckle. He was looking better already and that is all that mattered to you. You carried on reading after deeming it safe to do so.

—--

“Mmh.”

The loud moan caught your attention. The novel was tossed aside when you look down at him and you clench around nothing at the sight of him. His eyes are screwed shut, with drool dripping from his mouth. Is he? Your theory was confirmed when you tried to pull away and he was quick to bring you back where he needed. He added his free hand on the neglected breast, ensuring to keep you still. He’s crossed over. You're unable to revel in the discovery when he works himself up, coughing.

“Baby, slow down.” A moan threatens to leave your lips as the whine from him vibrates against you.

Rather than listening to you, he chose to do the opposite, sucking harder. Your head is thrown back at the feel of his teeth grazing your nipple.

“Oh my god.” The words left your mouth, unknowingly enticing him further.

You couldn’t help but to lay back and embrace the pleasure he is giving. Clearly this was getting too much for Jongho, removing his hand from your breast. You lift your head to follow it and watched him fumble with his zipper. Poor thing was pushing against his jeans creating a perfectly erect tent. Rather than admitting that you too were impatient just by watching him, you placed your hand on his.

“Here baby.” You replace his hand with yours.

He squeezes your breast when you graze against it. His cock was hard and warm to the touch, straining against his pants. You couldn’t help to tease him, applying light pressure. It brought delight to see him squirm, chasing your touch. It was until he let out a small cry that you took pity on him, releasing him from the confines of his pants. His dick sprung up, the leaking tip red from neglect, the veins protruding from the skin. It was pretty as it was girthy, perfectly resembling himself. It filled you up no matter where it was inside.

He sighs in contempt when you wrap your hand around the shaft, squeezing lightly. It felt delightfully heavy in your hold. You are slow at the start, teasing the tip with your thumb. Another moan encourages you to speed it up a notch. You start to work your wrist up and down his cock, grazing the underside vein every time. His sounds grow with each second mixing with his lewd suckling. You start to twist your wrist, increasing the speed. His body begins to twitch signaling his release.

“Let go baby, it’s okay.”

Jongho held you close as his moans increased, suckling harder. Your hands rubs harder against him, easing his pain a little until he spams against the bed. Once he’s calmed down, he pulls away and looks at you with glossed over eyes. You felt your heart race as he looked breathtaking with swollen, drooled-soaked lips and blown pupils.

“You did so well, baby. You feel better now?” You coo when he just nods.

He grunts when you begin to peel away. Clearly you don’t understand that he’s not finished. Jongho regains his strength once more to pin you underneath him, ripping the rest of your clothes off. He folds your knees towards you, opening you up. He is unable to hide his hunger. Your back arches as he dives into your pussy, tongue driving deep inside.

“It’s mommy’s turn now.”

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Take My Picture ~ Jongho/ 1

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- angst, sex, public sex, riding, from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@xuxibelle @delightfulmoonbanana @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @tannie13 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars

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For this series only, the couple is from Unexpected

Jongho POV

I stare at the water in so much anger

We just finished filming for a new show we've yet to air

After filming of course I went straight to Joanne

She came with us because I wanted her with me this time

She hugged me tightly, told me she was so proud of me, giving me kisses all over my face, not caring that I was sweaty

The guys all disappeared back to the house we're staying at to film this, leaving us outside

I wanted to stay outside with her and maybe take a walk along the river

She agreed but wanted to use the bathroom first

When she went to the bathroom, I was walking to the kitchen to get us some water bottles

Just as I was about to walk in I heard San, Wooyoung, Yeosang and Mingi talking shit about her

Well not Mingi but he wasn't doing anything to stop them

"She's such a slut, wearing that skimpy short dress around us", Wooyoung snapped, "Easy access for Jongho to fuck her. That's all she's good for. Fucking and coming in"

"That's a little harsh", Mingi said

"Please Mingi, she already fucked two of our members like it's nothing", Yeosang said, "How long before she tries to fuck another one?"

"Did you hear how she talked to Jongho? Like he's a baby?", San laughed

"Yeah", Yeosang chuckled

"Jonghie you were so good", San said in a high pitched voice, imitating her, "I'm so proud of you. You were so cute"

Wooyoung snorted, "She just said that to get his dick. She used to say the same shit to me and the next thing we were fucking. She just wants his dick not him"

"I think she loves him", Mingi put in

"She loves sex. She's a whore. A pathetic slut who opens her legs for anyone"

The rage that I felt was something I've never felt before

I wanted to kill them all

I did go into the kitchen and told them all off, ripping them new assholes

I told them she's not a whore, she loves me and if I ever heard any of them talking about her like that again, I'd knock them out

Wooyoung scoffed, "Fuck off. You'll see. She'll do the same to you. Fuck someone a few weeks after you've broken up. Then claim she loves him just so she can keep fucking him. Slut"

"You cheated on her you fucking dick!", I roared, "You hurt her you delusional piece of shit. You're here talking shit about her even though you're still in love with her. And I know, I know you'd be with her again in an instant if she left me and wanted you"

He glared at me, not saying anything

"You're a pathetic loser who can't get over his ex, who you fucked over.", I shouted, "She loves me. She's mine. Fuck off"

When I turned to San and Yeosang, I said, "Keep your fucking mouths shut about her. You know fucking nothing. Shut up or I'll shut you up"

Then I had to leave or I was going to destroy something

I'm trying to breathe in and out, trying to calm myself but every time I think about it, my hands form right into fists

I hear footsteps in the grass knowing it's her

She sits down next to me, "Jonghie. What happened baby? I heard you yelling from the bathroom but I didn't hear what was happening"

"It's nothing jagi"

"Jonghie, it's not nothing", she says, taking my hands and unclenching them, "Tell me baby"

"They...they were talking shit about you"

"And you went in and defended me?"

I nod, "I'm so angry baby. I...I haven't felt this angry before. I wanted to hit all of them"

"Baby, don't listen to them", she says softly, "I know it upsets you but it's just words that are untrue. You know they're untrue and I know they are. It doesn't matter. Wooyoung is still upset and if him talking shit about me makes him feel better then let him"

She's said all this before and I understand but it's so hard to hear those things about her and not say anything

"I love you Jongho. And as long as you don't believe the things they're saying then I don't care what they say"

"I don't jagi", I answer, taking her hand, lacing our fingers, "Nothing they say is true"

"Then forget it. It's not worth it to get mad", she says, running her fingers in my hair, "I wanna be with my Jonghie for the rest of the day and I want us to have fun. Not worry about what those dummies say"

I smile, listening to her, "I want that too baby"

"Good", she smiles, kissing my cheek, then pulling out her phone, "And look at the cute picture I took of you when you took a break from the challenge"

I look at her phone to see a picture of my back, crouching down in front of the water

"You can't see my face though"

"I know but I thought it was so cute because you look so small here when you're usually such a huge hulking sexy guy", she giggles making me laugh

"Yeah that's me. Huge hulking sexy guy"

"It is Jonghie. You are", she says, "Now are you going to kiss me or what?"

I smile at her

She always knows what to say to make me feel better

To make my worries go away

"Hmm, I think I'm going to kiss you"

Leaning towards her, I press a kiss to her soft, beautiful lips

Her arms move around my neck, kissing me back and her kiss feels so good

Licking her lip, she opens her mouth for my tongue, pressing hers against mine, the kiss heating up

She moves into my lap, straddling me, kissing me hard

My hands slide down to her hips, moving her along my hard dick

God she can make me hard in seconds

That hasn't changed at all

After six months of being together we're still all over each other, all the time

I always want her, she always wants me and there's no reason not to

Her hands move down to my pants, undoing my belt, button and zipper

She takes my cock out of the hole in my boxers, her hand stroking me nice and fast

"Fuck baby", I groan

"Tell me what you want Jonghie. I'll do whatever my baby wants"

"Wanna be in your pussy", I moan softly

That's where I always want to be

I like hand jobs and blow jobs but nothing compares to being inside that tight, soaking, warm cunt that takes me so fucking well

Reaching under her dress, I pull her panties to the side, begging, "Please sit on my cock baby. Please"

She lifts herself up, guiding my cock to her hole, then sinks slowly down on me

"Holy shit", I gasp, feeling her tightness open for me, hugging me hard, greedily sucking me in

"All in baby. I wanna be all in", I murmur, pushing her all the way down"

"Oh fuck Jonghie. Love your huge cock", she whimpers, pushing my jacket and hoodie off

"Love your pussy", I moan, leaning back on my hands, "Ride me baby"

She lifts herself up, sliding up my length, leaving me a dripping creamy mess

She slips back down hard, taking me all in, my cock hitting her spot deep inside her

"Yes Jonghie", she cries, moving harder, faster, fucking me so well, her hands gripping my shoulders so hard

"Oh god yes", I groan, "Fuck jagi, just like that baby. Keep going. Take me inside that pretty cunt. So fucking good "

Her cunt pulses around me so hard, her head back, pleasure all over her face

Looking down, her dress is covering everything and I wanna watch

"Jagi, let.....let me see", I whine

She knows what I want, immediately pulling the front of her dress up

I lock my eyes on my cock going inside her

Jesus there's so much cream on my cock, a pretty creamy white ring around my base and all over my boxers, the pleasure so intense

"God that pussy is so wet", I moan, "Swallowing me so well"

"Mmm Jonghie. Always hungry for your cock"

"I know baby. You're on me all the time"

She smirks at me, "You have a rideable cock baby. Sue me for wanting to ride you"

"Na uh", I shake my head, "I want this creamy pussy on me. Whenever you want. My cock is here for you whenever you want"

"Good", she smirks, riding me hard, "And is it here for me to cum on?"

"Always"

"Good cuz I'm gonna cum right now"

I know she is

I feel her clenching me

"Jongho. Jongho!", she cries, coming, the pleasure from her orgasm blinding me

I can't tear my eyes from her small slit throbbing around me, creamy cum pouring out of her, dripping down my cock that's not in her

"Fuck Jongho oh my god. So good baby", she yells

When she finishes, I pull her off me, getting her on her hands and knees and barreling into her from behind

Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling back and thrusting back in

"Yes Jonghie"

I fuck into her fast, splitting her cunt on my rock hard cock, feeling her sucking me back in each stroke as I slam into her spot

"God baby, this cunt is so greedy. Wants my cock over and over"

"Yes Joongie. Yes"

Her fingers are ripping up the grass, digging into the dirt from the pleasure

"Do I feel good baby?", I tease, "Do you like me impaling you on my cock, hitting your spot each time?"

"Yes oh fuck yes, I love it"

"I gotta fuck you hard and fast jagi. We're in public and I don't wanna take too long. I don't wanna get caught", I tell her, "But don't worry, tonight I'll fuck you nice and slow, eat that pretty cunt and make you cum over and over. Do you want that?"

"Yes Jongho. Yes I want it so much"

"Good baby girl. So how about you cum on me and I'll fill you up with my cum?"

I slam extra hard into her, listening to her yell my name as she orgasms, her pussy gripping my length in a death grip, fluttering like crazy

I keep fucking her, so close and after a few more thrusts, I bury inside her, spilling my cum deep inside, ecstacy falling all over me

"Milk my cock baby", I moan, rubbing her clit and making her cunt constrict around me more and more

And to make her cum again

"Jongho. Oh fuck", she whines, fall over the edge again, feeling so fucking incredible

"That's it baby. Good girl. My good girl"

When we both finish, I pull out of her and turn her around, kissing her cheek softly as she lays on her back breathing hard

"Ok baby?"

She nods, "More than ok"

I pull her dress down, her panties moving back into place after I pulled out

I tuck myself back inside my boxers, the black fabric stained white with her cream

"Fuck Joongie, I'm sorry", she says looking at my boxers, as I touch the spots her cream is in

I just shrug, "You have my cum in your panties. It's only fair I have yours on mine. Still sticky and wet too"

Her eyes widen and I just smile, pulling my pants up and fixing them

Standing, I hold my hands out to her and she takes them

I help pull her up, then ask as I pick up my hoodie and jacket, "Still wanna go for a walk?"

She smiles nodding, "Definitely"

She makes next to me, leaning on my side, her arm around me

I move my arm around her waist, keeping her against me, kissing the top of her head

Then together we start walking

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mingkily · 2 years

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x the bees and the flowers ~ c.jh x

CURRENTLY AIRING

starring: jongho x gn! reader

features selected: small popcorn (2.3k), romcom, lumberjack jongho

audience warnings: swearing

behind the scenes: my friend said she’d slumber and i, because i am absolutely unserious, went on to say “lumber... lumberjack... lumberjohn...” and this was how lumberjack jongho was born

synopsis: other people have an office romance, but of course the biggest fan of air conditioning and wifi has to find love in the woods

you will never ever agree to go on a trip with your friends again. especially not if said friends have just entered their hippie phase and want to be close to nature and know no better way to do that than to go to a cabin in the middle of the woods, with no electricity and no air conditioning and absolutely no protection against the ruthless insects that call the forest their home and seem to love blood more than a vampire ever could. this was a horrible idea and you regret ever letting yourself be convinced to join, because you know you’re not the one-with-nature type, you’ve known this since you were a child and your father was convinced the perfect bonding activity would be to go fishing. needless to say, you found it boring, kept on complaining and the two of you ended up not catching a single fish.

when you arrive at the cabin your friends rented you have to admit, though, that maybe you were a little dramatic, because your housing does have electricity and you don’t have to shit in the forest either, contrary to what you were fearing until now. and then something happens that makes you take back every single less-than-nice thought you’ve been thinking about this trip while in the car on the way to bumfuck nowhere, and that something is a man in a half-unbuttoned flannel and a pair of denim shorts. and that man, it appears, is the one to rent out this place to whoever desires to abandon civilisation for a while.

and his name is jongho, as he lets you know while unlocking the door to let you in.

jongho shows you around and seems especially proud of the fireplace, telling your group that if you run out of firewood you should give him a call, he’ll take care of it, flexing his biceps jokingly but the way you can’t take your eyes off him afterwards sadly isn’t a joke at all. and now you almost hope that your electricity will die and some mystic happening will cut you off from all civilisation, so it’s just your friends (you choose to ignore them in your little fantasy), you and jongho.

you know not to provoke fate, though, so you quickly push those thoughts away; but not without engaging in a little fantasy of him wrapping you in a blanket and carrying you toward the warm fireplace, letting you know that in order to stay warm you’ll have to cuddle. that much you allow yourself before you return to reality.

however reality isn’t too bad either, because during the next few days jongho comes around regularly, either with some more chopped wood or with a fish he caught himself or one time he visits just to make sure everything is still okay, and the heart eyes you get whenever you are in his general vicinity are obvious to everyone but the man himself. or maybe he just chooses to ignore them. you wouldn’t be able to blame him, really, because you’ve barely exchanged more than two words - partly owed to the fact that any and all coherent thoughts leave you when he’s around and all your brain manages to come up with is tarzan and jane-type scenarios featuring him and you. that is not exactly what you want to tell him about, so you remain silent for the most part and let your friends do the talking.

you don’t even really listen when they talk, too busy admiring jongho’s voice and then getting embarrassed over how easily this man affects you, and this comes to be your demise because with your friends’ hippie phase also comes a newfound interest in “free love” and since your interest in the host is incredibly obvious they decide to set you up, telling the object of your desire that out of all of you you’re the one with the most fishing experience when he asks if any of you like to go fishing. it’s not a lie, technically, because their only contact with fish has been in pre-cooked form, but that is a detail no one finds relevant enough to mention.

and when jongho asks if you’d like to join him on a fishing tour somewhen you really can’t find it in yourself to say that no, you’d rather not.

so once more you curse your friends for your situation, except this time the presence of the perpetually flannel-clad jock - he’s a lumberjack, you’ve gathered by now - is more a reason to wail than a source of joy. because, let’s face it, you are going to embarrass yourself horribly, and you’d rather embarrass yourself in front of your friends than in front of a total snack like this. you just hope you’re not going to fall into any waters.

at least in that regard fate is on your side, because the fishing trip goes without you getting soaked, and generally goes better than you’d expected - turn out that fishing for the most part is just sitting and not being loud, and you’ve become quite good at not saying a word around jongho these past days.

maybe the success of this fishing tour made you a little too confident, though, your demise lurking just around the corner. the next embarrassment is never far; in this case it comes when you offer to help him collect all the fishing utensils but then step too close to the water and almost fall right in. you would have fallen right in if he hadn’t had good reflexes and pulled you back, towards him, and of course you land on his chest, staring at him wide-eyed and completely shocked until he gently pushes you off, your body weight seemingly no issue to someone with biceps like these.

you apologise profusely and can’t even look him in the eyes, convinced he thinks you’re just some weirdo from the city, and you’re ready to go take a swim in the lake voluntarily when you hear him laugh - anything to escape this embarrassment, anything to escape his mockery.

except he isn’t mocking you, he’s laughing off the awkward situation before he asks: “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m, i mean, you’re the one that almost got crushed by me, so i should be asking you, uh-”

here he interrupts you.

“if that would’ve been enough to almost crush me maybe i should consider another profession.”

and again he flexes his biceps, winking when he sees you staring. okay, so maybe you have a thing for muscles. and maybe you’re not as sneaky about it as you thought.

you don’t really say another word as he walks you back to the cabin - which, you convince yourself, is only because otherwise you’d get so horribly lost -, but once there he lightly touches your elbow as if to stop you without actually stopping you. it’s enough to make you freeze in your spot.

“if you’re not too scared of ending up actually taking a bath, maybe you could join me next time i go fishing as well?”

the words don’t register immediately, and when they do you’re not sure you didn’t hallucinate them, and first when jongho says “i get if today was too scary though” with a smile that’s either teasing or masking disappointment do you realise that he did, in fact, ask you for real.

“no yeah that’s fine! i’m not scared, it’s fine!”

maybe you sound overeager. you don’t care. it’s not like today can get any more embarrassing, anyway.

his reply of “i’ll see you then!” goes nearly unnoticed, because you’re too busy staring at his smile and imagining what your wedding would be like. but he does come to see you again, two days later (now you’re glad your friends found three weeks to be the minimum time for the vacation you cursed a week ago but that you never want to end now that you have a crush), skillfully hits the last piece of wood of this chopping batch with the axe you’ve grown used to seeing him with - and makes you swoon with that - and asks you if you want to go on another fishing tour.

of course you do.

so you go to the lake again, except this time it seems like jongho wants to talk to you, albeit quietly, and you try to not sound too boring, try to not sound too much like a spoiled city kid.

you fail miserably, but he just laughs, doesn’t seem to mind, and you actually find out some things about him as well. you’d probably have found out even more if you hadn’t been so busy staring at his arms and legs and chest whenever you got the chance.

soon you get better at coordinating the staring and the conversations, because he invites you out to join him after that, too, until two days before you’re set to leave he doesn’t take you to your usual spot at the lake but instead to a small clearing, and turns out the basket he’s been carrying wasn’t food for fish but rather food for humans.

you’re surprised and don’t fully get what’s going on, but jongho is quick to explain.

“okay so uh… you like me and you’re leaving in two days so i figured i might as well take you on a date.”

he sounds confident, as if he was stating facts rather than assumptions, and that’s what leaves you dumbfounded enough to not even question it but just stutter out: “oh, uh, okay. sure.”

you’re glad it’s nothing too fancy, though, because that would have embarrassed you more than it would have made you happy, but he seems to have understood that much about you from the conversations you had while fishing. it’s just some sandwiches, some fruit, and a whole lot of water. the summer heat is cruel even in the cooling shade of the forest.

jongho tells you that he’s noticed the way you’d look at him, and since he didn’t want to be too hopeful he admits to asking your friends about his suspicions - his wishful thinking, he claims -, and those traitors ratted you out like it was nothing. you’re not sure whether to be angry or grateful right now.

he then goes on to say that he’s been trying to use the fishing tours as dates, but that’s not very romantic and also he never actually said it straight out, and he didn’t want you to go back without even trying so that’s how you got here.

“so we’re on a date?”, you ask, just to be fully sure, and he nods, though he adds: “unless you’d rather not, i mean.”

“no!”, surprised by how loud your voice is, “no, it’s… i’m glad it’s a date.”

again he smiles at you, a smile that still makes you kind of wobbly in the knees, and then you’re on a date. you wouldn’t ever have expected this kind of date, but you don’t complain, find yourself thoroughly impressed when he splits an apple in two with his bare hands and offers you one half to eat, and even more so when he picks you up with one arm while carrying the picnic bag with the other.

he puts you back down before you reach the cabin, because being caught like that would have been embarrassing and also a reason for endless teasing, though your friends find such a reason anyway when you peck his cheek on the doorstep and tell him you hope you’ll see him again the next day.

that maybe would have been forgotten after a week or so, but jongho wraps you in a bear hug that he uses as an opportunity to ask you if he can kiss you without anyone hearing, and when you confirm that he can he doesn’t hesitate at all.

you’re on cloud nine for exactly three seconds before you hear one person hollering and another three people ‘shh!’ing that person, and with a heavy sigh you pull away from him.

“i’ll see you tomorrow”, you tell him, voice laced with regret because this was so nice and you very much didn’t want to stop yet, but it appears you have no choice.

“yeah”, he says, presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves you to your fate, though he makes up for it the next day by asking if you’d like to date him for real, and when it turns out that this is just his summer job that he uses to live his lumberjack dreams and that he doesn’t actually live too far away from you you agree, grinning like an idiot from that point onwards and it’s fairly obvious what happened.

and it’s even more obvious when he, dressed in a flannel as always, takes you out on a city date, a date which ends with him bench pressing you because you were convinced he couldn’t and he was unable to accept this slight to his honour.

“so i have a hunk of a boyfriend now and you have another set of weights, i guess.”

whenever you say anything of the sorts he’s quick to shut you up with a kiss, and maybe that’s why you still say it even after you’ve hit the 100 days mark.

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lazuli-writes · 10 months

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Intruder

summary: There’s an intruder in the Ateez Dorm.

pairing: Kim Hongjoong & Choi Jongho

genre/warnings: angst (happy ending / non-graphic violence / suicidal thought (singular) / sasaeng fan / asphyxiation / non-consensual touching / aftermath of violence)

part 1

estimated word count: 2000 words

a/n: Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

"Jongho?"

Jongho winced as his bedroom door slammed open, revealing a black blur a meter or so away from the incapacitated maknae. He was too busy struggling with consciousness as his head reverberated with more pain. His eyes stung with tears as he heaved out an irritated sigh.

Was sleep too much to ask for?

He didn’t have the energy to keep his eyes open. Opting to instead remain laying in self-imposed darkness as he tried to settle the ringing in his head. He was really thirsty too—an afterthought in his opinion. Sleep seemed like a better goal to strive for.

"My little baby..."

But despite the ringing of his head, the weakness of his limbs, and the throbbing of his throat, Jongho’s internal alarms went off. He couldn’t comprehend the possibility completely, but he had an inkling that the voice that called to him was unfamiliar.

"Oh no. Is little baby sick?"

Definitely unfamiliar.

Jongho couldn’t help but freeze up. His fear and desire for security overrode his pain as he forced his eyes open.

The room was still wobbly, and the only light in his room came from the open door that let light in from the hallway. But the light was enough to shine through and reveal that hovering above him was the silhouette of a body.

A body he didn’t recognize.

With a voice he didn’t know.

Jongho couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past his lips as his body iced over in fear. His joints locked him in place. His breath was trapped in his lungs and throat, unable to escape. And his mind sang cruel and horrible symphonies to him, taunting him, teasing him, and threatening him.

There was an intruder. And here they stood before Jongho.

"There’s no need for that."

Jongho’s nerves went into overdrive as the physical exhaustion from being sick and dehydrated came back in harsh waves. Layered with paralyzing fear, Jongho could only shiver in his bed as this man, this creature, this monster wiped away the tears from Jongho’s face. Tears that he didn’t even know were beginning to rivulet their way down his face.

"I’m going to take very good care of you, baby."

The intruder’s fingers were dry, rough, and calloused. Jongho could only cry further as the man’s fingers so insultingly caressed his cheeks and at the way this monster cooed and chuckled at his tears.

Jongho didn’t like this. He wanted this to stop. He wanted his hyungs. He wanted to go home to his family. But he didn’t know what he could possibly do. So he only did what he could. Let more tears escape as his pleas became verbal.

"P-P-Please... leave me alone."

Those weren’t the words the cruel stranger wanted to hear. Something Jongho realized a few quiet moments later as the caress on his cheeks became a bruising grip. He tried. He tried so badly to fight back. But the exhaustion of pulling his head or lifting his arms or a leg to push, shove, or even kick away the intruder was all for naught.

He was too weak.

And Jongho could only cry more as that truth sank in viciously.

Jongho could only lay there, tears burning down his cheeks, as the man screamed in his face. He was beyond understanding what the intruder had been saying. However, slurs of certain words had made it through...

"…Mine…"

"…Never…"

"…Lesson…"

Fear had never encapsulated him the way it did in those hazy moments.

Jongho didn’t want this.

He wanted his hyungs. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted the man to stop yelling. He wanted some peace and quiet. He wanted the stranger to stop touching him. He wanted his hyungs to hold him.

He wanted this monster gone. He wanted the intruder dead. He wanted to be dead. He just wanted it to be over.

Why wasn’t it over?

•••

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his ears as he approached the broken door to his dorm. Adrenaline and fear fueled his body. Passing through the defiled threshold of his home, he paid no mind to the gasps of shock, anger, and horror from the staff and members behind him. He felt unbalanced. Uncentered from his own sanity as his mind ran a marathon of horrible scenarios, all of them with one constant.

Jongho.

Where was he? Was he okay? Why wasn’t he picking up his phone when the captain tried calling him again?

So many things prodded at Hongjoong’s sanity in concerns for the youngest of his brothers. He didn’t know what to expect when he thought he would find Jongho. Relief. Ease. Content. Possibly anger at the possible trauma the maknae could be subjected to. Or maybe even culpable melancholy, seeing as he failed to protect Jongho from the tortures of the world, like he promised he would.

But pushing himself past the entrance of the youngest’s room to see what he did, Hongjoong’s vision closed in on itself. Red and black was his only sight. One moment, Hongjoong stood at the door, watching as the intruder forced a pillow over the face of a shivering maknae. The next, hands and feet were moving. His nose burned with pain. His arms stung the same way they did after hours spent lifting weights. He felt hands everywhere on his body: on his face, around his neck and waist, upon his wrists, hair, and arms.

His own hands felt as if they were forced through a meat grinder, stinging, burning, and throbbing in agony. One of his feet was aflame, sending dozens of painful shockwaves up his leg, yet he couldn’t be bothered. The inside of the captain’s throat felt mutilated and mangled, as if he had swallowed glass. All of this culminated in a shadow of time, as Hongjoong only regained consciousness when he felt a sudden compression against the back of his head.

Blinking, sirens, and the yells of numerous voices filtered in slowly as Hongjoong slowly regained control over his own sight and sanity.

"He’s safe. No more Joong-ah. No more."

Hongjoong recognized that voice.

Finally taking note of his surroundings, he realized that he was being pinned down. His cheek pressed firmly against the cold and wet floor. A set of hands pressed his legs into place on the ground. Another set held his hands firmly in place behind his back, while Seonghwa’s face took up the majority of his obscured vision.

He felt weak; his ears rang, and his body bruised as he struggled to take in the scene before him as he was slowly released from the confines of his hands.

He was being held down by the joint forces of Seonghwa, Yunho, and one of their managers. A trio that he struggled to register in his brain as their mouths moved and their eyes danced with concern and fear. Looking around the room, he noticed how four other staff members were dragging away the limp and bloodied body.

The intruder.

That stranger that defiled his home.

The monstrosity that hurt a member of his family.

Red spots danced in his peripheral vision as his mind leveled itself with sick glee. Satisfaction and pleasure overcame the numerous unattended cuts, scrapes, and bruises that littered Hongjoong’s skin as he found joy in the utter impact of his wrath. In Hongjoong’s mind, he didn’t care if charges were going to be filed. No idol image or any amount of fame or monetary cost would have mattered to him. His soul alone would have never forgiven himself if he didn’t exact the justice he deemed fit upon those that threatened or harmed what was his. And this home—the other members, Jongho—all of it was his.

"H-hyung.."

The soft hiccup drew Hongjoong’s attention completely as he turned around, his eyes glazing over in guilt and righteous fury as he collected the scene before him. Jongho sat on Yeosang’s lap, covered with a blanket, embraced by the arms of Yeosang, Mingi, and San. Wooyoung sat at the maknae’s feet, betwixt the captain and maknae, with a certain glint in his eye that Hongjoong couldn’t decipher. Had his head stopped spinning sooner and his mental state not been completely pushed past its capacity, Hongjoong would have recognized the fear in the younger man’s eyes.

Fear that Wooyoung had for their leader and his anger. But it wasn’t his eyes that Hongjoong took the time to dissect. Jongho’s eyes were red and glassy. A typhoon of emotion poured out of Jongho’s eyes as he slumped harder into Yeosang’s embrace. His body was still shivering, and his breath was still hiccuping. He was struggling to follow San and Mingi’s gentle pleas to accentuate his breathing.

Hongjoong rose up quickly, ignoring the calls and hands trying to halt his motions. He limped slowly, only now noticing the pain in his legs as he pushed to make his way before his youngest brother.

Wooyoung, however, seemed to have another train of thought, different from Hongjoong’s, seeing as he stood up at the same time as his captain. Quickly standing before Hongjoong in a guard-like demeanor as he attempted to defy and deny Hongjoong. The others in the room held their breath at the display, clearly recognizing a potential disaster, yet Hongjoong didn’t care. He didn’t know what motives Wooyoung had, but all he could do was stare. No malice, no anger, no wrath, or ill will were translated between the stares the two latched onto one another. But still, a heavy and depressed tension weighed on those in the room.

"It’s o-okay, Hyung."

Jongho’s voice was raspy as it called out to the second-youngest. Wooyoung deflated as the built-up tension and fear of blocking Hongjoong from Jongho escaped his body. The second youngest instead slowly made his way next to Mingi, latching a hand onto the elder’s arm as he joined those encircling the maknae. Hongjoong felt immense relief and a tremor throughout his body as he came down to his knees. Sitting down calmly before Jongho, as if the captain hadn’t just beaten an intruder to the cusp of death.

"Jongho-ah…" Hongjoong whispered, his voice strained, and his mind filled with guilt, pain, and worry. And worst of all, shame. Shame that he failed as a captain, as a friend, and as a brother. Shame that in Jongho’s most severe moment of need, Hongjoong had subjected the youngest to a horror film. Hongjoong had lost control. Hongjoong had almost killed a man. And Jongho, sick and injured, was traumatized twice over, all because Hongjoong had failed. "Hyung…. Hyung is so s-sor-"

"No."

Hongjoong's heart froze, and his eyes started to water as he stared up at Jongho. The maknae still remained firmly in Yeosang’s embrace. One hand latched securely over his blanket, the other in San’s hands. His head lay within the crook of Yeosang’s neck, but his wet and red eyes narrowed fiercely and lovingly down to the captain sitting before him.

"T-T-Thank you. Thank you, Hyung. You saved me."

The captain wanted to deny his words. Hongjoong wanted to scream about how Jongho shouldn’t be thanking him for his foolishness. It was his idea to let Jongho sleep it off alone. And it nearly got him killed. Hongjoong needed to suffer for his part in Jongho’s torture, and the captain knew that with all his heart.

Yet all Hongjoong could do was break under the glassy eyes of his maknae. Not wasting a second when he noticed Jongho let go of San’s hand, instead holding it out to his captain. That broke the last of Hongjoong’s resolve.

Sitting up quickly on his knees, Hongjoong threw his arms swiftly, fiercely, and protectively over Jongho. The captain broke down in sobs as he tried his damnedest to ingrain Jongho’s essence back into his consciousness.

Jongho was enraptured in his arms.

Jongho was still breathing.

Jongho was safe.

And that alone was enough to restore Hongjoong’s world and sanity, as his embrace of the younger reassured him that he had saved his brother.

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coupsie-daisies · 1 year

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Being Known | Choi Jongho

Pairing: Choi Jongho x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Summary: Jongho subjects Y/N to the terrifying ordeal of being known. They love every second of it.

Word Count: 425

Warnings: Very self indulgent fluff, mentions of food, tiny mention of alcohol, Reader’s gender is not mentioned, no pronouns used, but they are said to have periods

A/N: Maybe cheese is my love language. This is my submission for the first clownracha monthly prompt of 2023. This month’s prompt was Self Indulgence, and when I say I took that to heart, I mean it.

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @sunnytaes // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @ferrethyun // @tyungun // @brownieracha // @kwanisms // @snow-pegasus

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There are few things more romantic than having someone know you inside and out, know you almost as well as you know yourself. You’d never had that before, not really. And learning everyone’s little quirks, the things that made them the person you fell in love with was exhausting when it wasn’t extended back to you.

But when you met Jongho, that changed. The way you remembered just the right temperature that he liked the room at when he slept mirrored the way he remembered which blanket you liked best when you stayed over at his place. When Jongho started blending your details with his, it was so natural that you almost didn’t notice.

He’d pick up your favorite from the coffee shop that you frequented whenever he came over, and he’d ask for extra cinnamon and an extra shot of espresso when he knew that your period was fucking you over, just like you did. On your best days, when you were feeling satisfied with yourself or brag to him over text, he’d swing by and pick up your favorite sweets from the convenience store as a little prize. You’d only mentioned liking them to him once.

The moment that you realized, the day that it fully sank in that Jongho was the one, was when he brought you brunch while you worked from home – the comfort of his home that is. He knew you never ate in the mornings, that eating too soon after waking up gave you a stomach ache, and that you were working too hard to wait for lunch.

He proudly presented you with a plate of your favorite foods. Pancakes, two sausage patties, a few strawberries, and scrambled eggs. Scrambled eggs topped with shredded colby jack cheese. Your favorite cheese to put on eggs. He put down a glass of juice – apple, because you only liked orange juice as a mixer.

You looked at him, your jaw hanging open in awe. When had he taken the time? How had you gotten so lucky?

“It’s all how you like, right?” He asked, looking a little concerned by your reaction as he mentally ran through his little checklist. You absolutely beamed at him.

“It’s absolutely perfect, Jjong. You’re perfect.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his middle from where you were sitting. He giggled.

“You deserve the best.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a tiny kiss to the top of your head before pointing your attention back to the food in front of you.”

“I already have it.”

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nateezfics · 5 months

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111 + 118 + 126 + Jongho - 💋

111 — “just sit on my fucking face already.”

118 — “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

126 — “why’d you stop?” “because you sounded too fucking good and so i had like, a moment.”

smut/nsfw; oral (f receiving), face sitting, marking; mdni

sex wasn’t necessarily on your mind at first, but after soft kisses turned into a deep, needy make out on your boyfriend’s couch, things quickly escalated.

jongho’s lips traveled down the length of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you whined above him and your fingers tangled into his hair just as he stopped to suck on a particularly sensitive part of your neck. he was undoubtedly intending to leave marks, something he loved to do when he had you like this. you whined, pushing him away until his mouth detached from your neck. “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.”

jongho gazed up at you, and from the way he smirked, it almost seemed like he didn’t even care about your presentation in the morning; like he wanted you to go up in front of everyone with his marks all over your skin. “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

you huffed. “yes, just anywhere but my neck.” your skin prickled with anticipation as you thought about his mouth all over your skin. you were kissing him again a moment later, your mouths slotting together in a mess of teeth and tongue. clothes fell away rapidly until you were both bare and you were fully seated on his cock.

jongho sucked on the skin between your breasts just as his hands brought your hips down again, cock driving into your cunt in a way that had both of you releasing a string of curses. your chest was littered with his masks, a constellation of red and blue hues. he continued, lips sucking on every inch of skin he could reach while you bounced on his cock.

you were a complete mess already. with his mouth all over you and his cock stretching you wide, you were like a broken record, moans and cries falling from your mouth continuously. you felt too good to even attempt to keep quiet, and quickly you began to tumble towards your release until you felt his hands hold you in place, effectively ripping your orgasm out of your reach. “why’d you stop?”

he groaned into your chest, fingertips digging crescents into your flesh. “because you sounded too fucking good so i had like,” jongho paused and sucked in a breath, “a moment. and god, you’re so tight. i’m about to fucking bust, and i don’t wanna cum this soon.”

you laughed breathlessly while you raked your fingers through his hair. “am i affecting you that much, hm?”

jongho nodded. “god damn it, yes. now get up so i can lay on the floor. i want you to sit on my face. this way, i can make sure you get to cum before i take you on my cock again.”

you did as he said, though hesitantly. you were quick to miss the fullness of his cock, gazing upon it longingly as he situated himself on the carpeted floor. you straddled his waist. “are you sure? i mean, is the floor comfortable enough? we don’t have to —”

“just sit on my fucking face already.” his tone left no room for argument. you situated your thighs on either side of his head before sinking down. his tongue met with your clit and you moaned at the contact. his strong hands gripped your thighs and pulled your cunt further onto his face, leaving him little room to breathe, but he didn’t care. he lapped and sucked at your pussy like a man starved, and with his grip keeping you in place, you could only sit there and yield to the pleasure he gave you. “i’m gonna make you fall apart all over my face, and if you’re good, i’ll let you have my cock again.”

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bunnypig18 · 2 years

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Lips Like Candy

Ateez - Fanfiction (AO3 Link) Relationship: Choi Jongho/Park Seonghwa Tags: Porn without Plot, Kissing, Oral Sex Word Count: 2.9k Summary: “What fantasies could they have about lips? Like kissing?” Chuckling through the pain, Jongho met Seonghwa’s eyes again. He had expected some kind of hint that the other was joking, because no way could he be so naive, but Seonghwa stared at him with the same seriousness he would show during something like dance practice. It wasn’t the first time by any means that Jongho wondered how much sexual experience Seonghwa had, but it was the first time his answer was none. “Probably, but not necessarily the main thing in those fantasies.” “Then what is?” ~~~~~~~~~~~ Seonghwa wonders if his lips look weird, Jongho shows him what fans really think about them. A/N: This started cause I had a bit of a writers block and struggled on my multi-chap fics, so I thought maybe writing a one shot will help me get back into it. I also have severe Seonghwa brainrot and that collab with Jessi definitely didn't help - like Seonghwa's tongue lives in my head rent free. Likes and Reblogs are appreciated :3 ______________________________________

It started with an innocent question.

“Jongho-yah-” Seonghwa dropped down beside him on the couch. “-are my lips weird?”

“What?”

“Does my mouth look weird?”

Jongho blinked. “Why do you ask?”

“I…I don’t know. I saw a comment on our recent interview that said my lips make them feral.”

Once again, Jongho blinked and stared like a deer caught in the headlights. Seonghwa looked back, pursed lips and furrowed brows, looking as confused as he was cute. He was serious. Dead serious.

Jongho couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yah!” Seonghwa leaned in closer, frown deepening.

“I’m sorry, hyung, but…” Jongho took a deep breath, trying his hardest not to look at the subject of their conversation. “That’s not a bad thing, you know?”

“What? Going feral?”

“Yeah. It means they like your lips. They like them a lot.”

Seonghwa hummed softly, mouth curled into a cute pout that invited to be kissed. To say Jongho was struggling to hold back, especially with the other leaned in so close, was an understatement. It was outright impossible not to stare at least.

Wooyoung was right when he called these lips cotton candy. They had to taste like it too.

“I don’t get it.”

Jongho huffed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Going feral sounds so…aggressive.”

“Yeah, it kinda is. It means they find your lips so sexy that they have fantasies about them.”

“Fantasies.”

“Sexual ones.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. A pretty pink flush spread across his cheeks, lips falling open a little, enough to reveal the tip of his tongue tucked between his front teeth. Jongho was sure this was the gods testing him.

“What…” Seonghwa licked his bottom lip.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the hot shudder along his spine as much as he could.

“What fantasies could they have about lips? Like kissing?”

Chuckling through the pain, Jongho met Seonghwa’s eyes again. He had expected some kind of hint that the other was joking, because no way could he be so naive, but Seonghwa stared at him with the same seriousness he would show during something like dance practice. It wasn’t the first time by any means that Jongho wondered how much sexual experience Seonghwa had, but it was the first time his answer was none.

“Probably, but not necessarily the main thing in those fantasies.”

“Then what is?”

Jongho could have made a joke about it. He also could have told him to ask someone else. It would have been so easy to just move on from this, jerk off in the bathroom and call it a day, never think about this conversation again, but something broke in Jongho’s mind at seeing that innocent sparkle in Seonghwa’s eyes.

He leaned in closer, their hot breaths mingling in the small space left between them.

“They’re probably imagining you sucking dick.”

Seonghwa stiffened, eyes growing even wider, but it wasn’t disgust that bloomed on the soft features. Jongho smirked.

“Have you ever done that, hyung?”

“W-what?” The blush darkened and Seonghwa averted his gaze, but didn’t move his head away. “Why…I mean…with who?”

“I don’t know. Hongjoong? Some of the members mess around and you and Hongjoong-hyung share a room…”

Their eyes met again. Seonghwa blinked once, twice, the gears spinning in his mind.

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you…” Seonghwa trailed off, pupils shaking, struggling to hold eye contact.

“Have I ever messed around with another member?”

Seonghwa nodded.

“Maybe.”

“Oh.”

Jongho chuckled. “And you have never?”

“No? I mean…not that I….I haven’t thought about it…I just didn’t think it would be an option.”

Jongho hummed. Absently, he lifted a hand and tugged a strand of black hair behind the other’s ear. Seonghwa’s breath hitched, lips falling open again. It would have been so easy to pull away and just forget about this, but then again, it actually wasn’t easy. Not when Seonghwa was looking at Jongho like temptation herself.

Who could blame him for making a move?

“Do you want me to show you what people imagine about your lips?”

Seonghwa took a deep breath, ducking his head as his eyes wandered again. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and even that looked awfully sinful. Jongho could understand whoever wrote that comment. He also silently thanked them as Seonghwa slowly nodded.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

Another nod. “If that’s okay with you?”

“More than okay, hyung.” Jongho tilted his head a little, drawing closer. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Jongho-yah…”

“This isn’t your first kiss, right?”

“N-no…”

“But I’ll make sure it makes you forget every other kiss.”

And then their lips met in a chaste touch. Just a taste, but Jongho didn’t waste a second going in for another bite. Soft. Seonghwa was so soft and perfect and Jongho pressed a little more insistent. His fingers slipped into the raven hair, tangling in the short strands and tugging Seonghwa even closer.

Again and again, their mouths slipped together like two puzzle pieces. Seonghwa really tasted as sweet as Jongho expected. Overwhelming, disgusting, candy that Jongho would have usually despised, but now he found himself addicted to the sugar coating his tongue as he slipped it inside Seonghwa’s mouth.

Soft whimpers got muffled between them, shaking Seonghwa’s whole body. His fingers found their hold on Jongho’s shirt, twisting into the fabric, nails scraping against Jongho’s stomach. He was putty in the younger man’s hands, even whining as Jongho pulled away.

A thin string of saliva connected their tongues until Jongho broke it, lips twisting into a smirk.

“Good?”

Seonghwa nodded weakly.

Jongho tightened his hold on the black hair, earning him another whimper. Slowly, he let his hand drop away and leaned back, gaze wandering over Seonghwa’s face, taking in every little detail. From the watery eyes to the deep flush, settling at the end on the plump lips, swollen and red and shiny with spit. Just when Jongho thought Seonghwa couldn’t be any more beautiful.

“I’ve also imagined your lips around my dick, hyung…”

Seonghwa visibly shuddered, fingers twisting tighter around the fabric of Jongho’s shirt. His eyelids fluttered, pupils blown wide behind the long lashes. He looked down where Jongho’s cock strained against his sweatpants and licked over his plush lips. Even more inviting than before. Who was Jongho to deny his urges when he was already addicted?

Their mouths slotted together perfectly. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss as Jongho tugged at his hair again, guiding him deeper into the touch. Their tongues met in a heated dance, igniting a whole fire deep in Jongho’s guts. He couldn’t get enough of the candy and Seonghwa seemed to be the same.

Again and again, they met in desperation, chasing that pleasure that had Jongho’s head spinning and his chest tightening. His cock twitched and his patience was drawing taut like a bow string. It was so hard to pull away from the soft lips though, but luckily, Seonghwa was the one to break them apart this time.

“Are you sure?"

"Yes." Jongho leaned back, the soft couch cushions welcoming his heated body. "Do you know how to suck dick?"

Seonghwa whined and buried his face in his palms, a hint of scarlet painting the parts of his face not hidden. It was cute. He was cute, more than he had any right to be as the oldest, but Jongho wasn't going to complain. Not when he got to admire him in this context.

"Have you always been so vulgar?" Seonghwa asked, peeking out between his fingers.

"I might have picked that up from Wooyoung."

Dropping his hands, Seonghwa huffed a soft chuckle. He took a deep breath and met Jongho's gaze, both licked their lips, both followed the motion of the other's tongue with hunger in their eyes. Seonghwa nodded and slipped off the couch, hesitating for just a moment, but then crawled over the floor between Jongho's legs. Jongho's breath hitched at the sight and his fingers dug deeper into the pillows.

"I know a little. You know, from…reading online and…watching…stuff…"

"You watch porn, hyung?"

Seonghwa looked up through long lashes, cheeks painted like rich wine. He was certainly addictive like one and just a few kisses had Jongho feeling light headed. And now? Now he had Seonghwa on his knees before him, with lips wet and plush and about to touch his dick. How Jongho wasn't dead yet, he didn't know.

"Sometimes…" Seonghwa placed his hands on Jongho's thighs, spreading his legs wider.

"What porn do you watch?"

Humming, Seonghwa leaned over Jongho's lap, hands slipping higher. He popped open the pants button and then hooked his fingers into the waistband. Jongho was about to open up his zipper for easier access, but Seonghwa drew closer and caught the little metal between his teeth. Jongho stopped breathing as he watched Seonghwa pull the zipper down, the tip of his nose brushing against the bulge revealed underneath. It was hands down the sexiest thing Seonghwa had ever done.

"I like…vanilla stuff…" Seonghwa looked up with innocence that should be illegal for someone who was pulling down another person's pants to suck their dick.

"Yeah?" Jongho swallowed. "Nothing special? No kinks?"

Delicate fingers slipped between Jongho's skin and the thin material of his underwear. Seonghwa furrowed his brows, eyes narrowing, looking laser focused like he was doing some kind of medical procedure. He tugged at the clothing once, twice, then finally pulled for real. Jongho's cock sprung free and almost smacked Seonghwa in the face if he hadn't pulled away.

"Wow…" Seonghwa's eyes widened, mouth falling open.

"Hyung, you have to answer my question."

Seonghwa blinked up, staring like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You don't have any kinks when it comes to porn?" Jongho asked.

He watched very closely at the way Seonghwa's pupils darted back and forth between his face and dick, the gears turning in his mind. The flush darkened around Seonghwa's nose and he hesitantly leaned in closer again. His hot breath ghosted along the tip of Jongho's dick, chasing a shiver up his spine that had the hairs standing up in his neck.

"I…I like b-bondage…and…r-rough…"

Jongho hummed. "Interesting."

"You can…you know…"

"No, I don't know, hyung."

Seonghwa bit his bottom lip, teeth leaving a deep imprint on the plush meat as he let go again. The tip of his tongue darted out and barely missed Jongho's cock, but the promise alone had the younger man groan. Seonghwa drew even closer until pink lips met sensitive skin and Jongho was sure he died for a solid second. The soft touch repeated, a chaste kiss. Then Seonghwa's tongue slipped out again and the contact grew bolder. His insanely long tongue pressed flat against the shaft, velvet smooth as it glided up to the tip, pushing a deep moan from Jongho's throat.

"What can I do, hyung?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Seonghwa licked again, the touch melting into little kitten licks. Experimental and clumsy. Excessive drool dripped down the shaft. Seonghwa didn't break eye contact once, eyelids fluttering every time his taste buds were met with a drop of precome.

Jongho almost missed the sneaky hand drawing closer to his own. Long fingers tugged at his wrist, he let them guide his hand to the top of Seonghwa's head where they disappeared. The older man blinked up at him innocently and kissed the tip of Jongho's cock again, the contact lingering as his mouth slowly slipped open.

"Want me to lead you?"

Seonghwa moaned around the head that pressed between his lips, stretching them obscenely wide. Jongho pursed his lips, swallowing another needy sound, but Seonghwa had never looked so small like he did now with Jongho's big cock pushing deeper inside the warm embrace of his mouth.

Jongho tangled his fingers into Seonghwa's hair and the older man moaned again, the vibrations going straight into Jongho's dick. His other hand gripped the nearest pillow tighter, his body sinking further into the couch.

Inch after inch filled Seonghwa's mouth. His pink lips stretched beautifully around the shaft and tears glistened along his fluttering eyelids. A soft red painted his cheeks, following his jaw and disappearing down his neck. Seonghwa's hands tightened around Jongho's thighs as he choked a little. Immediately, he pulled back an inch, breathing hot and heavy through his nose.

"Hyung, you need to be more careful."

Seonghwa looked up through long lashes, pupils blown wide. He moaned again and leaned a little into Jongho's hand. For a moment, he had no idea what Seonghwa wanted, but his fingers instinctively gripped tighter at his hair and Seonghwa's eyes fluttered shut with another muffled noise fueling the heat that crawled under Jongho's skin.

"Ah. That's what you want."

Of course this was it. He had told Jongho just minutes before that rough was one of his favorite things. If he really knew what he was getting into, was another question, but Jongho could control himself, he would stop as soon as Seonghwa showed any sign of displeasure.

So Jongho's other hand slipped off the pillow and joined its brother in the silky mess of black hair. They gripped tight, enough to stop Seonghwa from moving on his own.

Slowly, Jongho tugged Seonghwa's head back until only the tip stretched his perfect lips. For a moment, Jongho just admired the view. From the flushed skin to his half open eyes, tears clinging to his lashes. Everything was framed by raven hair, damp with sweat at the edges.

His mouth looked way too small around Jongho's thick cock and just rocking his hips a little, the tip and an inch or two rubbing along his tongue, had Seonghwa's eyelids fluttering. It was simply beautiful. Perfect.

Jongho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and took a deep, shaky breath. Seonghwa blinked up at him, waiting and looking so unfairly innocent considering the situation.

How could Jongho not punish his hyung for being such a demon?

Tangling his fingers properly in the black hair, Jongho pulled Seonghwa's head down, burying his cock almost all the way. Seonghwa choked and shuddered and Jongho tugged him back again, but only far enough to let him breathe.

He repeated the whole procedure. Every gagging electrified his nerves in a way he never expected. Tears stained flushed cheeks, a sight for sore eyes. He was learning so much about himself.

Jongho groaned and picked up the speed, rolling his hips a little to meet the rhythm, fucking even deeper. Excessive drool dripped down his cock whenever he pulled Seonghwa back, it clung to the older man's chin and Jongho's pants, mixing with more and more tears. Choked moans vibrated around his cock, melting into gurgles and sobs with every thrust inside.

Jongho fucked deeper and faster, soon burying Seonghwa's nose in his pubic hair whenever he pulled him down. It was pure heaven, driving Jongho insane with dizzying heat and buzzing euphoria. At some point, he could only drop his head back, eyes falling shut as he lost himself in the pleasure. His hands kept up the rhythm like it was muscle memory and Seonghwa became nothing but a warm place to fuck like some kind of toy.

Jongho climbed higher and higher on the pleasure, stomach tightening with need. He was so close, practically able to taste the relief. Bucking his hips one more time, he looked down and that was all he needed. Seonghwa looked absolutely fucked, eyes rolled back, tears and drool staining red skin, choking on Jongho's dick and weak moans.

Jongho buried himself to the hilt, pressing Seonghwa's nose to his stomach.

With one last shallow hip roll, his insides untangled and thick come spilled down Seonghwa's throat. His whole body convulsed with more choking and his fingers clawed at Jongho's pants. More drool, mixed with come, spilled from the corners of his mouth. Seonghwa's throat milked Jongho dry as he tried to swallow what was given to him.

The orgasm died too soon, but probably just in time to save Seonghwa from fainting. Jongho groaned, loosening his grip, and he gently tugged Seonghwa off his cock. He weakly coughed, mouth hanging open. More drool spilled over his swollen lips and he blinked through the last bit of tears, eyes unfocused.

There was pure bliss written all over Seonghwa's flushed face and Jongho could have gotten hard again right then and there, but he just took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of Seonghwa's perfect expression. Then he gently guided Seonghwa to lay down on the couch, his head on Jongho's thighs. Immediately, Seonghwa closed his eyes and his heavy breathing calmed a little. It still took a good five minutes, or maybe even longer, for Seonghwa to become any kind of coherent.

"Jongho-yah…" he whispered, voice hoarse.

"Are you okay?"

Seonghwa nodded. He blinked a few times, then finally looked up at Jongho with less teary eyes and actual focus.

"Did I…" He seemed to cringe at his own voice, scrunching up his nose cutely, plush lips pursed. "Did I do good?"

"Oh yes! That was amazing, hyung."

Seonghwa smiled and Jongho couldn't help but smile back.

"I really…liked that…"

Jongho hummed.

"Wanna…wanna do it again…"

"Oh?"

Seonghwa reached out a hand and traced his delicate fingers along Jongho's jaw, coaxing him to lean down. He was pulled in closer and closer until Seonghwa's breath ghosted along his skin.

"Kiss me again and then I need water…"

Jongho huffed with amusement. Who was he to deny his perfect hyung anything?

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hahafixon · 3 months

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1:49 AM ~ *Choi Jongho*

Summary: Things are getting hectic at the Ateez Corporation and Jongho has been putting in a lot of overtime. You feel bad for your boss, so you decide to get him something to make him smile!

Pairing: Choi Jongho X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 967

Warning: N/A

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Jongho was known for being stoic and strict when it came to the rules of the Ateez Corporation. You knew that as well as anyone. You were lucky enough to work in the main headquarters where you saw the President and seven Vice Presidents of the company more than anyone. Granted, you took care of all the paperwork as their secretary but it was still a prestigious job. You were happy to have it.

However, lately, you’ve been troubled. Vice President Jongho was a hard worker and you were always in awe of his work ethic. But he’s been working too hard lately, at least by his standards. Though it sounded creepy, you’ve watched him ever since you started working in his division. Though he was always the first one in the office and the last one to leave, it was beginning to look like he never left the office anymore. The bags under his eyes had gotten so dark, he looked more like a ghost than a living person as he roamed the halls of the company. Worst of all, he looked positively miserable. Your heart broke at his exhaustion, but you didn’t know how you could help.

Rumors were starting to swirl around the office. Apparently profits were dwindling in the company, and President Hongjoong was making each department work overtime to fill in the gaps. That meant the Vice Presidents were putting in more work than usual to help. And Jongho has been away on more business trips than you have ever seen him go on. It's not that he didn't like traveling, it's just that it was Vice President San's department. However, all eight heads of the company were working to cover the slack, no matter what department it was under. Ever since Jongho returned from his most recent business trip, he seemed more out of it than normal. Something must have happened, but you weren’t about to pry into his life. Instead, you were determined to find something to make him smile again.

Thus began your investigation.

You spent as much time as you could trying to learn everything you could about what Jongho liked. You asked other people in your department along with those who took their orders straight from the other Vice Presidents. He didn’t have a lot of friends that weren't heads of their departments, which made your search to find what he enjoyed and, more importantly, made him smile harder. Nevertheless you were determined to do something special for him.

And not even a month after you started your search, you found exactly what you were looking for.

It was a complete accident. You were stuck doing overtime when you needed an extra shot of caffeine. You were on your way to the nearest cafe when you saw Jongho taking in a massive amount of takeout food. Upon further inspection of the bag when he had thrown it away, you realized it was from the new ramen shop down the street. It was then that you knew exactly what to get him to make him smile. Sure your wallet was going to take a hit, but it was worth it to see that smile again.

At first, things started small. The next night, you knew he was working late, so you bought him a bowl of super spicy ramen and put it on his desk without a note. Since you were also working late to file paperwork, you got to see his confusion that morphed into delight upon eating the spicy noodles. Satisfied with his reaction, you kept it up, buying more savory snacks and even upgrading to coffee when you learned his order. You were pretty proud of yourself for helping your boss get through this tough time at the company. And no thanks were necessary from him.

The one thing you weren’t prepared for came three months after you put your plan in action.

You were putting his coffee and a bag of chips on his desk, when his office door opened. You froze and so did Jongho. All of a sudden a heavy wave of embarrassment hit you and you had to avert your eyes from him.

“L/n,” he said in a neutral tone, “it was you?”

Sheepishly, you nodded, keeping your eyes anywhere other than on him.

“Why?”

“I, um, I just wanted to make you smile.” You admitted quietly. “You’ve been working so hard to help this company prosper, you’ve been more tired than usual. I didn’t like seeing you so frustrated, so I thought I would cheer you up. I’m sorry if you’re weirded out by the gesture. I can stop.”

“L/n, I-” he hesitated, “I don’t want you to stop. I really enjoyed each snack you got for me. It really did make me happy. But I think you should stop hiding it. What I mean is, we should enjoy this food together. That is, if you want to.”

You were surprised by his answer. However, upon finally looking him in the eyes, you could see how much he wanted you to say yes. So with a small, shy smile, you nodded. A smile grew on his face before he schooled it back into a look of calm.

“Well then, every night, when we work late, we shall share this food. Thank you, L/n. You may return to your work.” He held the door open for you so you could leave.

As you passed by, you whispered, “You have a really handsome smile.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Vice President Choi.” You nodded. “And may I ask what you would like for our next time working overtime?”

A cheeky grin graced his lips. “The spiciest ramen you can find sounds absolutely perfect. Although, I hope you can handle the heat."

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Ateez Goes Rogue.

2. Jongho and the Bass Pro Pyramid

Summary:

Online rumors have been spreading about Ateez's Choi Jongho and he feels more upset by them than he lets on. The walls feel like the are closing in and he leaves the safety of the hotel for a break from everything.

Notes:

I adore Jongho so much so I hope that this story does him justice. It's kind of a sad fic but there are happy moments too.

Choi Jongho, the youngest member of the all-boy Korean Pop group Ateez, intently studied the Memphis, Tennessee attraction pamphlet that he had been holding in his hands for the past ten minutes.

Skimming over the English words in his head, he looked at attraction after attraction, wishing almost desperately that they would have had enough downtime to be able to enjoy the places that they were travelling to.

So far though, this tour was all go, go, go, and very little play. Normally this would fine for Jongho because his body was so busy that his mind was able to go numb. But now he wanted a break. Jongho was really tired these days and was in severe need of a break from the every day tour life.

After their latest comeback , it felt as though the group had not had a lot of downtime to just…breath and relax, the energy was always fast-paced and intense.

The older members had been overly-affectionate towards their youngest member since the lip-synching accusations online came to the surface, and while he appreciated their love and support, they were also suffocating him.

How could he bring himself to tell them that?

How could he bring himself to be that cruel to them when they loved him and cared about him so much?

He knew that for the variety shows and their fan shows, his persona could be cold and uncaring, but in reality that was not the case at all. Jongho felt deeply, he had just become good at hiding his emotions in front of those he was not close with. Emotions tended to make him nervous and uncomfortable but that did not mean that he did not FEEL things at all, contrary to what was often believed about him.

Jongho sighed and ran his hand through now-blue hair. Putting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, he leaned forward to focus back on the pamphlet before him.

Jongho had been working really hard on his English lessons for the past few months and he was fairly confident in the translation of the words before him.

The Ateez members were currently on their North America tour and were stopped in Memphis, TN for the night. On the way into the hotel, Jongho had seen the pamphlet stand and while their manger was checking them in, he found himself wondering over to it and skimming all of the different ones. San had noticed Jongho’s fascination with the little booklets and had extracted himself from Wooyoung’s death grip around his waist and pushed his best friend off on Yeosang, his other best.

“What are you looking at?” San asked curiously, peeking over Jongho’s shoulder. “Attractions of Memphis, Tennessee,” San read out loud in his almost perfect English. “That sounds interesting.” San said, his interest peaked.

Jongho shrugged and picked up the biggest pamphlet.

“I was thinking about taking this back to the room and trying to read it, you know, as practice.”

San nodded seriously, “That’s a great idea Jongie!”

“Hey guys, come on!” Hongjoong yelled over to them, waving them forward to join the group.

Jongho snatched the pamphlet and went to find his room.

Jongho flipped through the pages but his gaze kept coming back to the building that they called The Pyramid. The booklet said that it was a Bass Pro shop.. whatever that was.

Jongho pulled picked up his phone off of the table and clicked on his search Engine and typed in the information to see what would pop up.

“The Bass Pro shop sat at the pyramid, holds a vast assortment of outdoor gear.

The mega store includes a:

Grand hotel

600,000 gallons of water features

A cypress swamp with 100-foot-tall trees

An interactive National Water fowling Heritage Center’ and

A breathtaking glass-floored cantilevering observation deck at the top of the 32-story steel pyramid.

Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid house dynamic feature across an expansive 535,000-square-foot space, including: -

A giant cypress swamp environment with ponds, alligator pools and duck aviaries

Ten aquariums with 600,000 gallons of water and more than 1,800 fish

Big Cypress Lodge,

A grand, full-service 104-room hotel with treehouse cabins, banquet rooms and spa

The largest assortment of waterfowl and related hunting equipment ever assembled

Unique specialty shops such as the Beretta Gallery that will offer customers premium grade firearms, custom fittings

An interactive wetlands and waterfowl education museum

Uncle Buck’s Fishbowl and Grill, a nautical-themed restaurant with a saltwater aquarium

13 lane bowling alley that offers a chance to bowl ‘in the ocean” amid under-water scenery and ball returns that resemble shark sharks and alligators

The Lookout, a restaurant, bar and massive aquarium situated at the apex of the Pyramid, 300 feet above the Mississippi River .

Additional entertainment areas include:

An arcade

Billiard room

And pistol and archery ranges.”

Jongho’s eyebrows raised in surprise and his mouth dropped open wide.

‘This place sounds really cool.’ He thought to himself, re-reading the information on the website again.

“I could see an alligator in person? That’s so freaking cool!’

Jongho groaned and sunks down into the chair, thumbing through the pictures of the Pyramid.

Jongho’s phone dinged and the notification on his phone showed that Matz, Ateez’s two eldest members, was starting a LIVE.

Looking out of the window and seeing the sun high in the sky, he was surprised at how early they were doing the LIVE.

“They really should be resting while they can, there’s no need for them to be doing this LIVE right now, it’s ridiculous when they need sleep."

He said aloud to himself, thankful that he was rooming alone and was able to express his inner thoughts without having to worry or offending someone else.

Jongho loved making content for Atiny and doing LIVES, but not at the detriment of their health. There had to eventually be a line drawn or they were all going to start sinking down into depression and illness.

Jongho sighed and clicked on the notification, deciding that he might as well watch it since he had nothing else to do in the stupid hotel.

Flopping onto the bed on his stomach, he grabbed on of the pillows and propped it under his chin, turning the volume up so he could hear the LIVE.

“ATINY! HI OUR ATINY!” Hongjoong said loudly and excitedly, causing Seonghwa to flinch away laughingly.

To the outside eye it would look like Hongjoong was full of energy but Jongho knew that underneath the exuberance, it was straight up exhaustion causing their Leader to be so amped up. Jongho furrowed his brows at the sight and decided to watch the comments coming in, instead.

Jongho had only watched the comments for a few second before he saw one that made his blood run cold.

“Jongho can’t sing. His singing is awful and all he does is lip-synch anyway."

Jongho watched in shock as several other comments came in like that one. Online rumors had spread over the past few months of Jongho lip-synching in all of their performances, which was utterly untrue and anyone with eyes could tell.

Jongho worked so hard in vocal training every single day, he worked his ass off in every rehearsal and gave his all for every performance.

Jongho knew that he shouldn’t pay attention to the haters and the trolls but lately it had just been so much, so much negative energy was being focused on him and it made him sad and feel ass though he was not doing a good enough job.

Normally he would not pay attention to the shit being said, maybe it was his exhaustion that was making him feel so moody and emotional about it.

He turned his attention back to the LIVE and realized that both Matz looked aggravated, he couldn’t figure out why until Hongjoong leaned really close to the camera.

“I want to make the official statement that our maknae, Choi Jongho, has never lip-sung in ANY of our performances. He works hard to be able to sound as amazing as he does and to keep that up for our Atiny. Anyone else saying anything different is spreading false rumors, false information and are not true Atinys. If I ever see these comments again in the LIVE then the person commenting them will be immediately blocked."

Hongjoong sat back in his chair, arms crossed with a disgruntled look on his face. Seonghwa had nodded the entire time that Hongjoong had spoken.

Jongho felt his eyes start to tear up and he rubbed the heel of his hand against him eyes.

Jongho sat up on the bed and felt his anxiety begin to rise. It was too much. It was all too much right now. He looked around the room in panic, feeling the walls starts to close in on him.

Without even really thinking it through, Jongho grabbed his wallet, the American money stash that he was given at the beginning of the tour, his favorite baseball cap, the pamphlet and headed out.

~*~

Jongho cautiously climbed into the Uber, not having ordered one on his own before.

His driver nodded at him and said hello and thankfully kept quiet after that, allowing the calm jazz music to waft around the car. Jongho leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, the pounding in his head slowly fading along with his racing pulse.

It only took about twenty minutes before they were pulling into the large parking lot for the Pyramid.

Jongho stared out on the window in awe at how huge the pyramid was. It passed even what he had thought it would be.

He thanked the driver, unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out of the car.

Pulling his cap lower on his head, Jongho turned his phone on silent and started walking towards the building. As he walked up the steps, he leaned back to take in the enormity of the Pyramid. The building looked as though it would go on forever.

*Thwack*

Jongho jumped back in surprise, his foot catching on the edge of the step causing him to almost fall backwards.

The hand of the person he had run into, flew out and grabbed his wrist to steady him. Jongho put his hand over his chest his heart caught in his throat.

“Thank you, I’m so sorry I ran into you like that.””

“No, no, it was completely my fault! I turned around and slammed into you.” Said a beautiful voice.

Jongho raised his head and if front of him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. The woman had long and extremely curly hair, the shade of a burnt orange, big brown eyes full of depth and a smattering of freckles across her round cheeks and cute upturned nose.

“I-I-I..” Jongho tried to talk but all that came out was a stutter.

The woman giggled behind her hand, her cute nose crinkling. ‘

'Adorable..’ Jongho found himself thinking.

“Hi, I’m Talia! You..uh..you’re not my blind date, are you?” She asked while peering into his eyes. Jongho blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I’m Jongho… and no.. no I’m not.”

“Jongho? That’s an interesting name, I like it!�� Talia said with a bright smile. “I figured you weren’t my blind date, I was just hoping you were so I wouldn’t have to face reality that I have been stood up.” Talia shrugged and pushed her thick hair behind her shoulder.

“Ah, I’m sorry you’ve been stood up.” Jongho said sincerely, wondering how anyone could have even thought to stand up the woman before him.

Talia smiled and waved her hand in the air, waving off his apology.

“It’s perfectly fine! I can still have fun without him,” she grinned. “I’m still going to go look at the alligators and I’m so excited to ride the glass elevator all the way to the top!”

Jongho felt his eyes bulging, “A GLASS ELEVATOR? TO THE TOP?!”

Talia giggled at him and nodded her head,“Yeah! It’s supposed to be completely see-through.”

"Wow…” Jongho said in reply.

The conversation died down and he started to feel a little awkward. Jongho cleared his throat but Talia beat him to talking,

“Hey… if you don’t have anyone to explore the place with… what if we do it together?”

Jongho felt excitement start to build in his stomach and he had to tell himself to act calm.

“Together? Us?”

Talia nodded again. “Yeah, if you’re okay with that? I just thought it would be fun since we are basically best friends now.”

Jongho found himself grinning at her teasing and nodded, smiling his gummy smile. “That sounds really great, I would love to!”

Jongho and Talia walked inside of the Pyramid and Jongho immediately didn’t know where to look. Together, they walked past the entrance, paused in their steps and craned their necks to look all the way up to the roof.

“Woooow….” They said in unison before looking at each other and laughing.

“Come on!” Talia said, grabbing Jongho’s hand and pulling him forward.

Jongho found himself following after a complete stranger. Their first stop was by the huge fish tank wall that had a built in waterfall.

“Ohhhh! Jongho! Look at that monsterous catfish!” Talia squealed and dropped his hand in her excitement, getting as close as she possibly could to the glass without actually touching it.

Talia’s excitement was infectious and Jongho found himself getting excited over seeing this fish as well.

“Look at this one,” Jongho pointed to one of the fish who had scars down it’s body.

“Oohhh the poor baby,” Talia had cooed, “I wonder what happened to him. I hope he wasn’t getting bullied by the other fish,” she said and turned a glaring eye upon the tank.

Jongho shuffled uncomfortably, rememebr the reason that he ran away from the hotel to begin with. Looking around to distarct himself, Jongho noticed the large glassed in area, housing the alligators.

“Talia… want to go see the alligators?” Talia whipped her head around, guilty at being caught making kissy fish faces at the tank and Jongho laughed at her expression as a blush krept up her cheeks.

“Hang on, before we go over there, would you mind taking a picture of me in front of the tank?” Jongho nodded and lifted Talia’s phone up. She posed in a ridiculous way, sticking her tongue out and making the peace sign. Jongho snapped the picture and she ran over to look at it.

“It’s perfect! Thank you!”

Jongho had a moment of nervousness thinking that she would ask for a photo of him and then he would have to come clean about being an Idol and why he couldn’t take any pictures right then. Instead, Talia took his hand again and started pulling him towards the Alligator exhibit.

Stopping in from of the bridge to get to the alligator glass, they realized there was all sorts of bridges and walkways that were over literal swamp-like water pools that were INSIDE the store.

“Whoa..so neat.” Talia said and started walking onto the bridge. Instead of going straight to the alligators.

They decided to walk around the bridges and pathways for a while. They looked at the boats the store had parked in the water, at the huge fish that were swimming underneath them and the ducks that were lazily floating.

One duck took a particular liking to Talia and tried following her around, much to her delight. However, when Jongho would step close to Talia, the duck would quack angrily and flap around, nibbling on Jongho’s shoes.

“I think the duck likes you Jongho,” Talia said teasingly.

The duck lashed out and nipped at Jongho’s ankles and Jongho narrowed his eyes at Talia, “Sure seems that way to me too.” He said in a jokingly threatening way.

Talia bent down and shooed the duck along the bridge. “Go on Mr. Duck, we are going to the alligators and you don’t need to be over there, they might eat you!”

Almost, as if the duck realized what she was saying, he gave one last threatening quack at Jongho and then shuffled his way back into the water. Jongho shook his head at the ridiculousness and followed Talia to the alligators.

The alligators were very impressive but also very boring. They were like seeing a dinosaurs in real life.

Jongho was impressed with the size of the scaly beasts but he and Talia moved on quickly, seeing as that the alligators were not moving an iinch from where they were.

Talia pointed over Jongho’s head and he turned to see the glass elevator coming down to the floor.

"It really IS completely see-through!” They looked at each other and in unison said, “Let’s go”

They had to sign a release waver just to get on the elevator and thankfully it was just the two of them. The elevator jerked and then started moving upward, slowly, allowing them to be able to see the entire Pyrmaid from where they were standing.

Jongho looked out of glass with excitement and when he looked down and could see straight through the bottom, he stomach turned in adrenaline. He loved things like this!

Jongho was so lost in his thoughts that it took him a minute to realize that there was weird breathing coming from beside him. Looking over to Talia, he realized that she had her eyes screwed shut, sweat was beading her forehead and she was trying to do breathing control exercised.

“Talia?” Jongho asked questioningly.

Talia jerked at his voice and she lifed a shaky hand to fix here hair, but never opened her eyes.

“Hey… are you okay?” He asked coming closer to her.

She nodded but then the elevator jerked again and she collapsed into his chest. Jongho’s arms automatically went around her and she buried her face in his chest., her fingers digging into his shirt.

“I’m so sorry..” she whispered, “I thought I- I thought I could control my f-fear of heights.” Jongho just pulled her tighter into his arms and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"It’s okay, I understand. I’m proud of you for trying to face them, that takes courage and strength.”

Talia hiccupped and shook her head, “I’m definitely not brave, at all. Ugh!” I’m sorry to be a party-pooper”

Jongho stroked her hair, his fingers snagging gently into her curls and she closed her eyes at the comforting sensation.

Once the elevator opened, Talia leaped from his arms and onto solid ground, looking back sheepishly at him as he walked over the threshold with no issues.

They explored the top level and went Jongho went out onto the clear glass balcony, Talia hung back and said that she would grab them a table in the top floor restaurant.

Jongho walked to the railing over the clear glass and let out a huge sigh when he reached the railing. From this vantage point he could see all of the city and all of the local river. He looked up into the bright blue sky and felt a tear slowly roll down his cheek. He took a deep breath and calmly wiped the tear away from his face. He breathed in deeply and reveled in the feeling of the warm sun against his skin. Peace. That’s what he felt standing on this see-through glass, 70 plus stories in the air. He felt peace.

Jongho turned around and slowly made his was back into the restaurant. Over the next two hours, Jongho and Talia talked non-stop about anthing and everything.

Jongho found himself thoroughly enjoying her company and laughing more than he had in months. When asked what he did for a living, Jongho finally told her.

He didn’t know what he was expecting but Talia nodding thoughtfully and saying, “I bet that can be really hard,” had Jongho feeling seen. And he liked that.

Jongho finally looked at his phone and realized that his phone had been blowing up with calls and texts from his managers and band mates, all looking for him. Jongho sighed and Talia raised an eyebrow.

“It looks like they discovered that I went missing… I guess I need to go back now.”

Talia nodded sadly and they headed back to the elevator.

This time, Talia automatically hid her face in Jongho’s shoulder and she wasn’t nearly as terrified.

Before they left the building, Jongho stopped by the outlet store and bought gifts for all of his Hyungs.

A handmade journal and pencil for Hongjoong,

A Lego fishing boat for Seonghwa,

a book of Southern American cooking for Wooyoung,

A historical book on pyramids and ancient Egypt for MIngi, Camouflage fighting gloves for Yeosang,

A hand carved wooden fishing pole for Yunho

For San he bought the biggest stuffed Alligator toy that they had, along with a book about American Alligators.

Talia walked with Jongho to the door and look curiously at all of his bags.

“You sure care a lot about your friends, that’s really sweet Jongho.”

He blushed and slowly took one of the bags and handed it to Talia who looked at it in surprise.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s for you, to thank you for the great day that I had today. It wasn’t very long but I definitely needed it and you made today even more worth it.”

Talia opened the bag and gasped as she pulled out a Duck stuffed animal that looked just like the one that followed her around. Talia smiled brightly and hugged the duck to her chest. She stepped forward and threw her arms around Jongho.

“Today was amazing for me as well. I’m glad my date stood me up,” she said and they both laughed.

“Also,” Jongho added, “I’m definitely NOT supposed to do this but.. if you download this app, this is my number and.. I was thinking we could message sometime… if you want to.” Jongho scratched the side of his face, nervous tic.

Tali blushed and Jongho felt his heart beating out of his chest at how cute she was.

“I… I would definitely like that.” She whispered as she looked up into his eyes.

They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, slowly leaning towards each other. Their lips almost touched when Jongho’s phone started going crazy again. They pulled back quickly, and Talia giggled nervously.

“Well.. Jongho.. I guess I’ll message you later.” Talia said.

She leaned up suddenly, kissed him softly on the cheek and took off walking down the stairs quickly. Jongho stared after her in shock and then started laughing, his fingertips caressing where she had kissed. .

~*~

Jongho arrived back at the hotel about an hour later, the traffic a lot worse than it had been.

His arms laden with bags, he snuck into the elevator and snuck to his hotel room, hoping that he could get in and pretend to have just fallen into a deep sleep. Struggling to get the keycard out of his pocket with his hands full, he finally managed it and was just about to swipe it when the door opeend, a huge hand grabbed his wrist and he was yanked inside.

Jongho stumbled into the room and looked guiltily at his band mates who were piled on his bed and sitting in the chairs in the rooms.

“Jongho… where have you been?” Hongjoong asked quietly, staring the younger man down.

Normally Jongho didn’t get intimidated by his small Leader but today.. today the waves of anger and concern were rolling off of him. Jongho’s shoulders slouched and he stared down at his shoes, he could feel hot tears evading his eyes and escaping down his face.

Immediately in alarm, Wooyoung jumped up and threw his arms around the maknae. “It’s okay Jongie! We aren’t too mad, mainly worried more than anything.”

The others nodded and he felt Yunho’s large hands settle onto his shoulders, gently pushing him to the chair that Wooyoung had vacated. Hongjoong stood up and walked over to the younger man, squatting down in front of him and taking Jongho’s hands in his smaller ones. When Jongho didn’t pull away, they immediately knew that something was off. Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged glances and Seonghwa, who acted like the mother of the group, came to squat down beside their Leader.

“Jongho… tell us what’s going on. You know that we are always here for you.”

“Yeah, Mingi said, “You can talk to us about anything.”

Their kindness was too much after realizing that how worried he had made them and Jongho broke down into tears, sobbing hard as Seonghwa pulled Jongho forward and into a huge hug. The group looked at one another in absolute shock but no one seemed to move or know how to respond.

Seonghwa stroked Jongho’'s hair until he calmed down and the tears subsided. Jongho wiped his runny nose with a tissue that Yeosang had handed him and he nodded at them.

“You guys are right.. I .. should have talked to you all sooner. I’m sorry that I made you worry today. I’m sorry that I left without telling anyone. I… I DO have things that I want, no.. that I NEED to talk about. I-if you would be willing to listen."

Everyone nodded their head.

“Of course Jongho, whatever you need.” Hongjoong said supportively.

Jongho nodded and took in a deep breath.

“But first, “ he said, “I bought presents for everyone!”

“OH MY GOD PRESENTS FROM OUR MAKNAE!” Wooyung cheered and everyone began to laugh, the tension fizzling out of the room.

~*~

Later that night while lying in bed, Jongho’s phone buzzed. When he looked at it, there was a friend request on the messaging app from a DuckingTalia.

Jongho laughed so loud when he saw the name that her snorted. He accepted the request and Immediately sent a message

JonghoOnTpop:Hello DuckingTalia, How the duck are ya?” Immediately the reply came through,

DuckingTalia :I’m doing ducking great!

Jongho smiled, happy that she was pleased with his ridiculous joke. He saw that she was typing again.

DuckingTalia: So I looked up some of your group’s live performances

Jongho fel this stomach drop, knowing what other people were currently saying about him. He quickly scanned the rest of the message.

DuckingTalia :. Your groups performances are AMAZING. I haven’ watched too many, but I did want to say this. YOUR VOALS ARE AMAAZING! OH MY GAWD! You’re like a vocal deity or something! The range! The pitch! The gorgeousnes of your everything! Talk about swooning!”

Jongo could feel another blush taking over his entire face, surprised at how relieved he was that she seemed to not only enjoy his performances, but also know that they are real.

JonghoOnTpop: "thank you, I’m glad you like them” he sent back, sinking down into his bed to get comfortsble for the long night of messaging that he sensed ahead of him.

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