#jongho fic

[arafilez]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▰ ▰ ✶ WØRLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL ⪨

ㅤㅤ➛ ㅤviii.ㅤ EVERYTHING 𒉽 choi jongho❛ 𓇿

🥂̸̤ㅤㅤfluff forced proximity pg13ㅤ ✸ㅤthe last person you wanted to complete the mission with is jongho, well too bad he is the only optionㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤ w: fighting . one-bed trope ㅤㅤ»ㅤㅤ wc: 3kㅤㅤ𠈔ㅤㅤ moodboard

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ you're an asshole but i love you ❜

“Everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid.”

“Choi Jongho”

“Shut up.”

You both stop abruptly at the third voice and turn towards the captain but not without giving each other one last glare. Hongjoong takes a deep breath and looks at you two shaking his head wondering what he had ever done in his past life to get such a chaotic group of spies. Because they surely can’t act like one.

“Okay now that I have your attention span of five seconds, you two are doing this mission together,” Hongjoong speaks and doesn’t bother to look up already knowing what is coming.

“I am not going with him.”

“Again?”

You both shout at the same time earning an eye-roll from Hongjoong who merely states, “Yes, and you don’t get a choice.” Your mouth hangs open at his words and you try to protest only for Hongjoong to silence you and say, “Because you two are our best undercovers.”

“Well, I am, of course, but her?” Jongho asks, mocking evident in his voice and you snicker at the immature man beside you. Being the two youngest in the team you two didn’t leave one day where you wouldn’t bite each other’s head off.

“Of course, because you are the one who brought home the information in our last mission,” you say, plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Talk with respect, I was born first,” he bites back and you roll your eyes at the lame comeback before saying, “Don’t you mean hatched?”

“Dismissed,” Hongjoong says interrupting you two and giving a stern look that makes both of you shut up and accept it and leave. Walking outside you close Hongjoong’s door behind you and feel Jongho tapping your shoulder.

“What?” you give him a look which quickly turns into confusion as you see him shushing you and pointing towards the lab door where you see Wooyoung’s sister clinging onto Yunho.

You shrug lightly whispering, “Well Wooyoung oppa is going to be fucking over the moon,” and Jongho giggles at your response knowing his hyung in fact will be.

You look towards Jongho who has a gummy smile etched on his face and for a moment you let your mind tell you he looks cute in that smile with his crinkled eyes that look like a crescent moon.

“Too bad you don’t have a brother, let alone his best friend,” Jongho remarks and the record screeches and comes to a halt. You smile at him before showing your middle finger to his face and he sticks out his tongue making you scoff.

“It’s almost two, do you want to plan tomorrow or now?” Jongho asks suddenly and you contemplate a bit balancing out your odds and he takes the cue to continue, “What are you thinking so much, you don’t have anyone to go back to your room, unlike San hyung.”

You attempt to kick him, swinging your leg in the hair and he giggles running towards his room and you follow muttering curses under your breath at the little spawn of the devil.

The relationship you and Jongho had was interesting. You two were the undercovers of Ateez and being a team you two complement each other well, bringing information as well as eliminating bodies left and right.

But, there’s always a but, you two couldn’t stand each other. You found him obnoxious and annoying and he found you too hasty. At least that was the basic reason. There were a thousand other reasons which justify why you would kill him on a good day. One of them, was his big mouth that was never shut, annoying you whenever he could.

“What is your plan? Where do we start?” your thoughts come to a halt as Jongho’s voice infiltrates your ear and you look at him in the eyes that hold a boring expression.

You shake your head lightly and sit down on his bed, which you will never admit is very comfortable, and say, “We can just simply keep a watch on them and act accordingly.”

“We will not be in any disguise genius, what if we get caught?” he throws his shoes off his legs to the corner of the room and sits down beside you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“We will improvise like we have always done till now,” you shrug lightly. Honestly, this mission wasn’t a lot. Even though it has crucial information standing on the line you and Jongho have been on much harder missions and have been alive.

Even though you might have tried to kill each other while at it.

“Fine just don’t do stupid shit when we almost get caught, like that time you suggested beer pong,” Jongho grits out, eyes flaming with anger as he remembers how you had almost slept with an official if he hadn’t saved you.

“That was all part of the plan,” you dismiss him airily and he rolls his eyes muttering “Sure” which made you feel embarrassed as hell because it sure wasn’t part of any plan. Heck, you already have two people in your team for that job.

He yawns stretching out his limbs and you look at him and watch his muscles flex under the t-shirt he is wearing accentuating his arm muscles and you watch him intently.

“Good muscles, no?” Jongho smirks looking at you ogling and your eyes widen at getting caught and you cough looking away and say, “Yeah whatever, those are just for show.”

You even fake a scoff to hide the warmth radiating from your cheeks and he raises an eyebrow.

“They can show you a lot of things baby,” he purrs, his body slightly leaning towards you and you stare back at his eyes with equal intensity. You are pretty sure your cheeks are red by now, and you can feel his breath too close to you, and you might be hallucinating but you see his eyes travel to your lips for a split second.

Coughing lightly, you abruptly get up before you do something you regret and walk towards the door. Jongho also sits up looking away and you say a small “See you tomorrow,” and leave.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” you exclaim, a frustrated groan leaving with me as you eye the room you are to stay for the night. It is definitely a sorry excuse for a homestay, heck you have stayed in worse places but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is sharing the room with Jongho.

A room which has one bed.

No couch.

No mattress.

Not even two blankets in what they are calling a “double bed.” Double? It is more like a single and a half. Not even half, quarter.

“No thanks, I have better things to do,” Jongho’s monotonous reply brings you out of your trance and you glare at him throwing your backpack on the small table at the side.

The table creaks making you cringe and you slowly pick up your bag and keep it beside the leg of the bed. You are not paying for a broken table. They cannot even make more rooms, of course, they can’t afford a decent table.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you deadpan and Jongho laughs sarcastically saying, “How about you say that to your phone’s selfie camera?”

“Selfie camera? Really?” you fold your arms cocking your eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah well there’s no mirror.” You scoff at his attitude and continue, “You cannot make a lady sleep on the floor.”

“Where’s the lady? I can’t see her,” he retaliates with a smirk adorning his face. You take in a deep break and shooting him a quick glare you plop down on the bed.

Jongho puts his bag down beside yours and glances around. His heart panics a little at the single bed but he quickly looks away. It is three days, he can do this.

You think it is for three days, you can go without killing each other, maintain a safe distance, and return safely to the base. You can do this.

You absolutely cannot do this.

Jongho has been shuffling for the last fifteen minutes and he doesn’t stop. His tossing and turning make you annoyed and you hiss in anger and turn towards him and yell, “Jongho just sleep for fuck’s sake.”

He turns towards you and whispers, “I am trying.”

“Well, try harder, and stop moving,” you finally shoot your eyes open and look at him. The proximity makes you falter quickly and you can see your noses almost touching, his eyes scanning your whole face.

Your eyes rake his face, over every mole, cute lump and his nose-bridge and then fall to his lips. You quickly look up at him and he opens his mouth and you brace yourself for the worst teasing of your life.

“You have really nice eyes,” your eyes widen in shock and your lips part but no words come out as you continue to stare into his soft, brown eyes. After a moment you collect yourself barely and say, “Go to sleep Choi.”

Why is this hotel room so goddamn cold?

“Okay,” he whispers back, his breath fanning your face your mouth a ‘good’ because you didn’t trust your voice and turn your back to him, trying to calm your heart.

Jongho eyes rest on your back trying to even his breath until his eyes close.

You wake up in the middle of the night, or rather your bladder urges you to try to move. Except you can’t when you see Jongho’s hand draped over your waist, holding you close. His soft breath dances on your neck and you stay awake for some time enjoying the warmth of his body that feels so strangely comfortable and you hate to admit it.

Okay no you really need to pee.

You wiggle out of his arms slowly, not intending to wake him up and he groans making you go still. “Why do I care?” you think to yourself but put extra care into placing his arms down and getting up.

Coming back you jump lightly as Jongho’s annoyed eyes match yours and he says, “Come back here.”

“Why?” your cheeks tinge a shade of red and you are glad the room is dark or else you would have never lived it down. You take a sip of water from the bottle, trying to shove the feeling down your burning throat but you can’t.

Jongho keeps watching your ministrations, getting impatient with each passing second. Why can’t you just come back goddammit? He speaks up before he can stop himself and says, “You are the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, so come back before I get hypothermia.”

You smirk lightly at his bear-like features getting all riled up and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly making him huff and turn sideways away from you. You cannot believe Jongho being this needy.

Jongho never loses his composure. Except when he is with you, you make him do crazy things.

You giggle lightly at the pouting baby bear before you walk towards him and get inside the duvet and his eye shots up as you lie down. He instantly wraps his arm around you and you murmur to him, “I am only doing this because you are cold and you will get hypothermia or whatever, don’t take it otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” his sleepy voice reverberates in the room as he holds you tightly making your insides warm up. He is just cold, don’t overthink, you scold your mind before lulling back to sleep.

The next morning becomes unusually quiet, unlike your usual bickering. Both of you check your logs sent by Yunho and work on your tactical gears and weapons. Neither of you brings up last night’s incident, an unspoken agreement forming.

At the said time, you both leave the motel and arrive at the back door of the pub. You say the code and they let you two in and you search for your perp.

“There she is,” Jongho whispers and you quickly look over to his direction and spot her immediately. “You talk with officials, I will go talk with her,” you say and he nods before you part ways. You strut your way towards her and sit beside her at the bar, passing her a glance.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you look at Jongho who has a resolute look on his face as he sits down to play poker with the officials. You smile lightly at his undercover suit that makes him look like a businessman.

Jongho knows the official has a gun ready below the table and he sends a signal to Mingi who gets ready in his position at the back. Jongho smiles lightly and continues the game like nothing happened until he is on the last card and pulls out an Ateez card from his pocket turning it swiftly to the officers.

You knock over your drink on purpose, and Mingi walks towards Jongho. “You’re dead, darling,” you whisper as soon as you see Jongho firing the bullets and you smirk lightly holding her down and she fights back. “Oh shit,” you whisper when she jabs you on your forehead before you hold her down in a choking position.

With her free hand, she punches you on the lips and you feel offended. She did not just ruin your pretty lips, and you scoffed in annoyance before grabbing the spray from your waist and using it on her.

“Bitch, you could have hit any other place but these pretty lips?” you say before throwing her figure down for an amused Mingi to watch you.

The perp falls limp on the ground and you gesture at Mingi who gladly takes her back to the headquarters. You look around in confusion and Mingi shrugs as you see Jongho still shooting. You roll your eyes pulling him by the elbow and whisper, “Tell me you got the papers.”

“Let’s make a grand exit,” he grins cheekily and you look at him quizzically and pull him by the arm saying, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gives you a deaf ear shooting the fire extinguishing sprinklers as the water starts pouring. “What the actual-“ You don’t finish your sentence running out and looking at him in disbelief as he walks through the water like it is some sort of runway.

When he finally comes out after his “dramatic exit” you say, “I will be handling your CV to modelling agencies when we get back, just wait and see.”

He laughs and you scoff and stomp away as he follows you, the papers safely with Mingi sent back.

Back at the motel, he forcefully makes you sit down on the bed as he brings the first-aid kit out. You eye his ministrations and snicker when he accidentally pours some antiseptic on his fingers instead of the cotton.

“You should have told me you are hurt,” he says, lightly dabbing at the wound on your forehead first.

“Oh and stop your modelling, how on earth can I do that?” you fake a gasp and Jongho forcefully jabs your forehead and you slap his hand.

Jongho lightly flicks your forehead, his gummy smile etching his lips as he steps closer. He holds your jaw softly, turning your head up and your eyes follow his hands that busied themselves on cleaning the cut.

“Geez I am fine you big baby, I have got way bigger cuts than one on a forehead and a split lip,” you complain while Jongho carefully presses a piece of cotton between your lips. Your words get muffled and he smiles in a sinister way and says, “You are so much better when you don’t talk.”

You stick your middle finger at his face and he edges closer to you, looking down at you raises your eyebrows as you gaze back. “There are a lot more ways where I can make you quiet,” he smirks and continues, “Or make you scream louder.”

Your face flushes with warmth and reaches the tip of your ears at his words and your eyes widen. You look at your sides and see Jongho’s arms flexing as he holds the bed headboard. Fuck him and his apple-breaking arms, you think.

Fuck everything.

“Yeah?” you ask softly taking out the cotton from your lips and continuing, “Why don’t you show me the ways?”

Jongho raises his eyebrow dipping his head more and the closeness almost makes your noses touch and he asks, “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe I will,” you speak, a mischievous smile tugging on your lips and before can count to another second Jongho’s lips press to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure and hold his shoulders tilting your head. Your lips move in perfect sync and the kiss turns from rough and desperate to soft and sensual in seconds. His grip softens and he holds your hands while you caress his hair lightly. You feel him smile in the kiss and return it as you two part.

You love this about Jongho so much.

He smiles and you bite your lips feeling shy as he pecks your lips saying, “You were right, I am stupid.” You groan at him shaking your head and trying to cover his mouth but he continues, “Stupidly in love with you.”

“Oh my god, that is so cheesy,” you groan at him and he laughs before tackling you to the bed and kissing you all over the face while you giggle.

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[beenbaanbuun]

warm touches - choi jongho

words - 1.4 k

genre - smut, fluff

warnings - fingering (f receiving), praise, gendered language (good girl), dom!jongho if you squint

You’d almost zoned out completely when a warm chest pressed to your spine and familiar arms around your waist brought you back to reality. The smile that rose to your face was completely instinctual, seeming to make an appearance whenever Jongho was in your immediate vicinity.

The scent of the bacon crackling away in the pan seemed to have finally drawn him out of your plush bed sheets, guiding his sleepy form to where you were standing over the stove, spatula in hand.

“G’morning,” Jongho mumbled seconds before pressing a kiss to the exact spot where your crew neck met your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile as he nuzzled his nose into your soft skin.

“Behave,” you jokingly warned him, “if I burn the bacon I’m going to blame it on you.”

“I’m not doing anything,” sleepiness seeped into his voice, his usually soft cadence dropping an octave. It fell over you like a warm blanket and you let yourself lean your body weight against him.

“Sure you're not, Jongho.”

You could feel the way he smiled into your neck, bared teeth brushing against you as soft laughter fell from his pretty lips. It was contagious, forcing a giggle from your own mouth.

“I’m really not,” he said, “it's you who can't keep your mind away from the gutter for more than two minutes.”

“The gutter?”

“Yes, the gutter.”

There was a familiar inflection in his tone. One that only ever came out when he wanted to rile you up.

“Well, I’m sorry that my boyfriend is mouthing my neck like he wants nothing more than to take me back to bed.”

He cackled at that, burying his face even further into your shoulder. You thought it was cute until you felt him nip at your skin with his canines. You jumped in surprise, eyes going wide. Jongho kept you pressed to his front.

“And would it be so bad if I did?”

His tongue smoothed over the mark his teeth had left and you couldn’t help but shudder.

“Now who has their mind in the gutter?” He just smiled. “I’m just trying to do something cute and make us breakfast and you’re over here trying to find your way into my pants.”

He hummed into your neck, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Well, actually,” he lay his hand flat against your stomach, “if I wanted to ‘find my way into your pants,’ I could just do this.”

His hand snaked lower, fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts. He halted for just a second or two, just to test the waters and see if you’d stop him.

You didn't.

Another kiss was pressed to your neck as his hand completely disappeared into your shorts. Wordless praise for letting him do what he wanted, you supposed. Not that you yourself didn't want it. You were just much too proud to admit that.

A soft gasp left you as a fingertip found its way to your clit, slowly circling it in a way that Jongho knew would drive you insane. It was just hard enough to bring you pleasure, but too soft to actually do anything. Too delicate to bring you anywhere close to a climax.

You put the spatula down as he began to nibble at your neck, alternating between sharp bites and soothing kisses. It made you dizzy, just how quickly he could switch from one to the other whilst still keeping the same pressure and pace with his fingers. Perhaps he’d just had enough practice with your body to know exactly what to do to get you worked up. To get you into that hazy state of mind where you’d do anything to be his good girl. Obedient and pliant and willing to let him please you.

“Ah-ah, baby,” he muttered, “we don't want the bacon to burn, do we?”

You shook your head.

“That's what I thought. Pick up the spatula.”

For all you cared, the bacon could burn to the point of it being nothing more than a pile of ash, and yet your fingers found themselves wrapped around the handle of the spatula embarrassingly quickly. A quiet ‘good girl’ was whispered in your ear as you did so. You hated the way you whimpered at his praise, but the both of you knew just how much you loved to hear it. You were his good girl, after all.

You tried so hard to focus on the bacon in the pan, pushing it from side to side while he toyed with your body. It was difficult to concentrate with the lazy patterns he was drawing on your sensitive bud, but you could power through. It wasn't too hard to desensitise yourself to the pit of pleasure that sat at the base of your pubis as your wrist guided the spatula around the pan.

But you would be a complete fool to think for even a second that Jongho wouldn't pick up on that. That the second he noticed you managing a little too well, he wouldn't change up the pace of his fingers, adding more and more pressure until you let out a soft moan and your knees began to buckle.

The other arm that he had kept wrapped around your waist kept you securely pressed against his chest as he continued with his ministrations. He let out a cockly chuckle into your neck as you whimpered.

“That's my gorgeous girl,” you could feel the pressure in your stomach building as he whispered the gentle words into your ear, “letting me play with you while you make us breakfast. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Take such good care of me, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“Hm, even when you’re so close to the edge, you’re still cooking for me. Your pretty little hands are shaking, baby. Are you close?”

Again, you nodded.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “cum for me, my pretty girl. Want to make you feel good, hm? Take care of you the way you take care of me.”

And just like that, the ball of tension that had been building up within you was released. As his fingers worked you through it, you couldn't help but let your head tip back against his shoulder. Bliss overcame you and your hand on the spatula came to a stop as you let it. He didn’t comment on it though, letting you feel everything until finally, he pulled his fingers away from your core and out of your shorts.

You were still breathing heavily with your body leaning against his when that very same hand, fingers still sticky with your juices, joined your own on the handle of the spatula. Wordlessly, he helped you push the bacon around, flipping a piece or two whenever they needed it.

And when it was done, he plated it up. Each rasher of bacon was placed carefully onto the bread you’d buttered just moments before he made his appearance downstairs. He closed the sandwiches with one hand, the other never letting go of your waist even now that you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet.

“Hands,” he said, simply, as he lifted one of the plates up. You held them out to him, letting him pass it to you before picking up his own and shuffling the two of you over to the table. His plate was placed upon the table before he un-gracefully sat down in a chair, pulling you onto his lap barely a second later.

You let him manhandle you until you were sitting sideways on his lap, finally able to see his face. If he hadn't made you cum minutes prior, you would've said he looked almost innocent with his sleepy eyes and the bed-head he was sporting. There was no evidence of the dirty words he’d whispered in your ear or the bite marks he’d left upon your neck.

In fact, the only thing that managed to convince you that it wasn't all some deluded daydream was the way that his fingers glistened with your wetness as he lifted the bacon sandwich to his mouth. If the atmosphere hadn't so clearly shifted to one of domesticity, you might have taken those fingers in your mouth and cleaned them off for him.

Now, though, the idea seemed much too vulgar, and Jongho looked much too cute. Perhaps another time, you thought to yourself as you picked up your own sandwich and took a bite.

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[woongisi]

Brand New God // Choi Jongho

sub!Choi Jongho x dom!fem!reader // SMUT

WC// 3.2k

Synopsis// Jongho was the perfect son in the eyes of the church. It was your mission to change that. Opportunity comes once he consumes you with a particularly sinful confession.

Warnings// blasphemy, corruption, angst for a bit, oral (male receiving), no protection (pls use it even for oral), improper use of confessional booths, dacryphilia if you squint

Author's Note// This has been a long time in the making. Hope my other religious trauma mfs enjoy it as much as I do. Title is an iDKHOW reference. ☺︎♡

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Jongho wasn't the preacher's son, but he may as well have been. Never late to mass, always helping the elders, scolding the children, the whole lot of it. Sung in the choir. Formerly an altar boy. The envy of every parent's eye.

He was always excited to see you even if he had to preface his greeting by asking why you missed mass yet again. Despite his general duties and all he was never much of an extrovert. You always felt the air of awkwardness that hung around him when he approached you. If anything gave away that he was happy to see you… it was his glossy eyes and trembling smile that he tried so hard to suppress.

Being the son every parent wanted had its perks but many downfalls in the end. Most of the other people your age had largely abandoned the strictness of their faiths. Many still kept their beliefs but no longer felt such pressure to be perfect. In turn, they tended to find Jongho annoying.

You, however? Something about him was cute. Just how nervous he was to speak to you. The deep blush that he tried to hide whenever he told you that you looked pretty. You told yourself you only really went to church out of obligation, but now you'd begun to think you were there for him more than anything. You knew he was perfect. You knew almost for a fact that he'd never touched anyone else or even himself. You'd love to ruin him but at the same time you'd accepted you'd never get to.

Right?

Something about today was different. Jongho's face was red the second he saw you, red before he'd so much as stood up to greet you.

“Miss! You look pretty as always.” He piped up and almost immediately turned to skitter away. Only stopping once you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you, Jongho. Always the gentleman. You look quite handsome today yourself.” You smiled and ruffled his hair a bit. “You seem nervous. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“N-no I’m ok!” Jongho avoided your gaze like his life depended on it. “Lying is a sin, Jongho, lying is a sin.” He whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Ok, look! Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Jongho swore he'd just passed on. There was no way. No girl his age had ever called him that before… only the little old ladies.

“You- What- Ok, ok come on just follow me, alright?”

Jongho led you back to the confession booths. They were somewhat secluded, given the nature of their use. Standing with your back pressed against the wall, Jongho couldn't even hold eye contact as he stood sheepishly in front of you.

“I- Last night-” Jongho huffed and hid his face. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” You smirked. “I'm not here to judge. It's just kinda cute seeing you so nervous.”

“Cute…? Anyway! Gosh! Last night I…” One glance at the low hem of your shirt had shut him down. “Never mind. It's ok! I don't wanna talk about it anymore.”

“Get in the goddamn booth.”

“W-What? First, don't use the Lord’s name in vain. Second… what?”

“Just pretend I'm the priest, k? You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Jongho?”

“This feels wrong, but… fine.”

Jongho sat in the booth and closed the curtains with trembling hands. He'd sat in this exact spot so many times and confessed to so many little sins. Little white lies, things that weren't even necessarily sins that he simply felt guilt for. This time he couldn't shake the anxiety.

Situated on the other half, you slid the small wooden door to the side to reveal the rectangular screen that kept you both apart.

“Right. Now tell me what's got you so bothered?”

Shame devoured Jongho from head to toe. He couldn't even believe he was sitting here letting you play priest. Why the hell was he doing this? Couldn't he just tell the actual priest when it was time for confession?

“Well, last night I had a dream.”

His voice has gotten low. You could tell he was trying hard not to stutter and could almost picture his eyebrows furrowed as he picked at his nails.

“I had a dream about a girl.”

“Mhm? What's odd about that?”

“She…” Jongho sighed. “She was touching me.”

“Like a hug?” You caught on to the fact it wasn't anything innocent in an instant but took any chance you could to hear Jongho confess. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“N-No. She was on her knees, she was dragging her nails along my thighs.”

“Ah, those thick thighs of yours? I see.”

Jongho chose to ignore that charged comment.

“She leaned down and put her mouth on my- uh- privates. And… why am I telling you this?!”

“Just relax. Let it out.”

“Ok…” The memories from the night before raced through the boy's brain. He felt like he might faint. “She bobbed her head up and down. Told me I looked handsome. Looked up at me with those shining eyes… didn't stop until I… you know.”

Jongho had slumped against the backboard of the booth, evident by the creaking. His hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his striped wool sweater.

“She was just so beautiful, y/n… she looked like a dream.” A moment’s silence. “I mean I guess she was a dream. I just feel so filthy. I've never had a dream about that. I've never thought about someone like that. I've never even-”

You cut his rambling off. “Kissed someone? Touched yourself?”

“Both of those…” he murmured. “The worst thing about the dream is that we weren't married.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

“Was this girl me?”

“Yeah…” Jongho’s head hit the wall with a light thud.

The next thing he heard was shuffling, the cracks of old wood, and the curtain being shoved to the side.

“W-wait! I'm sorry… just… don't go.” He shot to sit straight up. “Forget what I said. Please, you're my only real friend.”

You swore you heard his voice crack at the end.

“The others our age aren't kind to me. I pretend it doesn't bother me and remember the Lord has a plan for me, but… you can only take so long of being surrounded by old people and little kids before you start to wonder what's wrong with you.”

He was undoubtedly crying now.

“You're probably already gone. Great job, Jongho, you ruined the only thing you had. Loser.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Unbelievable. He was what the kids wanted to grow up to be like, yet he had such a low opinion of himself?

He about jumped out of his skin once you pulled his curtain away just enough to look in at him. Though it hurt to see him like this, he did look gorgeous. His full cheeks were a rosy pink, his lashes clumped together by the big wet tears that rolled down his face. You hated how it turned you on. Just a bit.

“Y-you didn't leave?”

“Oh, Jongho…” You pouted and extended your hand out to him. “No, I wouldn't leave without a word. I wouldn't leave, period.”

When he took your hand into his you could tell his body was shaking. Though he moved to stand up, it didn't last long before he was dropped on his knees, hand still on yours. You found yourself following shortly behind.

Jongho was properly sobbing in every regard, chest heaving, his mouth babbling nonsense to beg you for forgiveness. You shook away his hand and knelt to one knee. Placing a hand upon his shoulder was the only act it took for his arms to reach around your waist and pull himself against you, his face buried in your neck, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like you were going to disappear.

“Jongho…”, You rubbed circles on his back. “Come on. Look at me.”

Jongho obliged with hesitation, still avoiding looking into your eyes. You, of course, followed his eyes.

“I'm no prude. You can't get rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt so alone, but, honestly… words aren't enough right now.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on Jongho’s cheek. It was salty, but his skin was smooth against your lips. He flinched in shock but once you pulled away, he found himself wanting more.

His voice was barely above a whisper. “Wait. Can you do that again? Please… this time on my-”

You didn't let him finish his sentence before swooping back in and taking his lips into your own. He gasped so sweetly into your mouth, he tasted like honey and hints of sweetened coffee. Undoubtedly his breakfast.

“Follow my lead, okay?” Jongho was quick to agree.

Based on watching him suck on his bottom lip when he was nervous, you'd figured they'd be soft. They were pillowy, warm, and tasted like vanilla chapstick. His large hand had a death grip on your wrist and you could tell he was riddled with anxiety.

“Jongho, fuck. You taste so good.” You sighed deeply back into the kiss. Jongho's returned advances were shy but undoubtedly needy. The kiss was broken only long enough for you to take his ear lobe gently in your mouth, exercising care not to catch on his studded earring.

Jongho flinched and whined before melting into your touch once more. His mind felt hazy, sluggish, but oh so happy. He’d never dreamed of feeling this way. He didn’t expect to feel any kind of sexual gratification until he was married… whenever that may have been. The guilt he felt for letting you go at his neck in the middle of his lifelong church was immense, but part of him found it unbelievably hot.

“Mmh, please,” Jongho’s hand rested on the back of your head. “Don’t stop.”

“You can touch me, honey.” You smirked and shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. “Wherever you want. I’m yours to explore.”

Jongho was nothing short of eager, with his hands starting to roam the shape of your body. Every stripe you licked down his neck and every sloppy kiss brought forth unholy noises from his throat. His warmly tinted skin blossomed in shades of purple and blue with your manipulation. You’d just have to give him some of your concealer.

“Jongho?”

“Yes, dear? His head slumped forward with a pant.

“Your dream. Wanna make that a reality?”

“What? Isn’t that a-”

“Sin? Mhm. If you don’t sin a bit then Jesus died for nothing.” You giggled. “Besides, it can’t get much worse than what we’re doing already.”

Jongho thought for only a moment before whining and nodding eagerly.

You removed yourself from Jongho and leapt to your feet. “Ok, well we shouldn’t do that right here on the floor. Come on, get back in the booth.”

Jongho leaned back against the wooden wall with his hands bracing himself on the railing.

“Gonna unbutton those pants, alright?” As usual, Jongho was outfitted in slim-fitting black dress pants and a white button-up, complete with a black tie. He truly did look stunning even if you’d never be able to get him to accept it.

Jongho inhaled deeply, watching your every move as you dropped to your knees and fumbled with the clasp of his belt. Undoing it, you waited a moment to fully pull his pants down.

“You’re hard, Jongie~.” You cooed and rubbed the back of his thigh. “Have you ever been hard before?”

“Not outside the ones you get through puberty… or when you're scared for a presentation… well, not until that dream.” One hand brushed your hair out of your face.

“Oh? Sweet boy. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Soon enough, Jongho had shrugged his neatly ironed slacks to the floor. Your intuition told you he’d be big… But fuck. He really was. His boxers weren’t tight-fitting in any regard, but the tent formed in them was considerable.

“Oh hell, Jongho! Seriously?! This is what you’ve been keeping from the world all this time.” You groaned and fidgeted with the rim of one of the legs of his boxers. You glanced up long enough to catch his deep brown eyes staring down intently. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a bit antsy to be under his gaze like this.

“I got you, ok?” Jongho hummed nervously at your words.

Your hand moved across the form of his dick just enough to give him an idea of what to expect from this. The way he jolted was enough to let you know he enjoyed it. You rubbed your hand over him with a flat palm and relished in the girth you could already tell he possessed underneath the fabric.

“You’re so fucking big, damn, did you even realize that?” Jongho shook his head feverishly.

“N-no… am I really?” Jongho felt his heart skip a beat, his hand hovering over you.

You could feel his presence over you and grabbed his hand, moved it to your hair, and gave it a reassuring pat. His fingers scratched at your scalp as if on instinct, soothing himself to the feeling. Every movement of your palm sent electric shocks up his spine.

Deciding it was due time for more, you inquired as to whether you could remove his boxers… met with an overwhelming agreeance. His cock sprung from under the confines of his underwear, causing him to wince at the newly cold air. His length was nothing to laugh at, you’d be a fool not to note the considerable circumference and upward curve as well. He was unshaven as you expected with curly black-brown hair over the expanse of his balls and above the base of his dick. He had a rather prominent happy trail which, fittingly, made you incredibly happy. He was circumcised with the skin around the head a shade lighter than the rest. The tip glistened with pre-cum in the dim light. Jongho squirmed under your watch.

“I-is something wrong? Do you not want to anymore…?”

“I… I’m kind of in shock honestly. Your dick is almost as pretty as you… almost.”

Jongho whined and gripped your hair lightly in response. Your free hand caressed the expanse of his firm thighs, the other encasing the head of his dick.

“A-ah, careful!” Jongho resisted the need to buck his hips against your touch. “I-I’m sensitive. Really.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, gathered a considerable amount of drool in the space of your cheeks, and let it run down onto him. The warm sensation melted the boy’s mind. You gave him a few languid strokes to spread the makeshift lube along the length of his shaft. Using three fingers, you rubbed a deliberate line up the prominent vein situated on the underside of his cock. Jongho’s labored breathing filled the confined space with need.

“Such a pretty thing, you are.” You purred and left a quick peck just below Jongho’s navel. “Such a needy boy.” Your movements matched up with your strokes and fondles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about replying, babe. Just listen to me.”

Jongho stroked your cheek with trembling hands. “You’re so beautiful.” His words almost carried a pout and made your heart melt. They felt sincere. Like you could trust them. He meant it outside the heat of the moment.

You met Jongho’s gaze tenderly. “So, you meant it all those times, didn’t you? All the times you greeted me before mass?”

Jongho’s voice was velvety smooth in his response. “Of course I did. Even besides lying being a sin… I’ve always thought so from the first time I saw you. Always…”

“Oh, Jongho… Jongho by the time I’m done with you, you’re only going to want to worship to me.”

Feeling you’d worked him up enough by now, you took his cock into your mouth, giving him time to adjust to the new feeling. You hollowed your cheeks and sunk your head further down around him, embracing the struggle once his length hit the back of your throat. Your gag panicked Jongho, urging him to nervously make sure you’re okay. You lent him a reassuring rub to his thigh, taking his cock back into your mouth with a hum.

Jongho’s grip on your hair tightened in congruence with his loudening moans. He felt as if he might die. He felt he might’ve already died because could heaven be any better than his current situation? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Feels so good, y/n, so good.” Jongho’s voice broke toward the end of his statement. You took into consideration how he wasn't used to this, planning every ministration carefully to ensure he enjoyed each moment that he lasted.

Introducing a hand to the mix, you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. This gave you a bit of stability in leverage so that you could swirl your tongue all over. Around the tip, tease the slit of his head, gently over the thin band of skin below it. You pulled back from his cock with a pop to catch your breath.

“Doing ok, Jongho?” You sighed and rested your cheek against his thigh for a moment.

His head was thrown back to rest against the wood of the booth, forehead damp with sweat. He granted you a thumbs up which you found incredibly in character.

“Cum whenever you're ready, alright? Just let me know.” You lowered yourself down a bit further in order to take one of his balls into your mouth. With one hand twisting and tugging at his cock, you knew he wouldn't take much longer to bust. It seemed you were right, whimpers filling the space around the two of you.

“Close-” Jongho groaned and desperately reached for your hand that was grasping at his toned thighs. You accept his advance, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing reassuringly. His nails digging into the skin of your hand and his breath fully catching in his throat was the last sign you needed.

Swiftly, your mouth sank back around Jongho just in time for his climax. White hot cum coated the inside of your mouth, plenty of it, that had undoubtedly been waiting since his dream. You wondered briefly how uncomfortable it was for his balls to have been so full. Once Jongho came back down to reality enough, the gravity of what you'd done set in on him.

“You… you swallowed it?!” He gasped, shocked that was even a possibility.

“Mm,” You popped off of his length and shook your head. Opening your mouth wide so he could see his load pooling on your tongue, you made a show of swallowing every last drop. “Now I did.”

After a moment of silence Jongho cocked his head to the side. “Does it, uh, taste good?”

“Only because it's yours.”

Helping Jongho clean up with tissues you kept in your purse, you let him buckle his belt and help you to your feet.

“Don't you want anything in return?”

“Only for you to be mine and only mine.”

“O-Oh, I can do that. But what about your…?”

“Let's wait ‘til mass actually ends. They're gonna wonder where we've been. Come on, Jjongie.”

Anticipation shivered up his spine, taking your hand into his own to lead you to the doorway that opened to the main hall of the church.

Jongho took the initiative to kiss you tenderly. “I'll make up some excuse on the spot.”

“Deal.”

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : idol!Choi Jongho x F!Reader TW : angst ; reader doubts about the relationship ; fluffy at the end ; Word Count : 2.4k

“I know that you’ve all seen the images online of me with the girl, and I don’t want anyone to speculate or make rumors…” You listened to the words that your boyfriend of 2 years was saying, your heart beating faster as you waited for him to finally drop the news. Hiding the relationship had taken a toll on not only you, but the relationship in general. It was hard to do anything when your boyfriend was under the watchful eye of the entire world, and it seemed like reporters were always waiting around the corner for new pictures to post of him. Maybe if he finally told everyone everything it would make things more simple for the both of you in the long run. “The girl that I was seen with…” Here it comes. Now’s the time. It was finally going to go public, you’d be able to take casual walks down the street without having to see your face trending on twitter as the mystery girl. “She’s an old friend from school. There’s nothing there. I promise. The reports and the pictures and everything can stop. Please.” 

You stared blankly at your laptop screen, unable to even fully process what had happened just yet. He had the perfect opportunity, it was the opening that he’d need, but he blew it. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and now you realized, it surely wouldn’t be the last time. He was at the office, it’s not even like you could talk to him about it either. You’d have to wait for him to come home, and by then he was so tired that he usually just wanted to go to bed. He always got to ignore it or avoid it or deflect. It was what he did with every problem when it came to you and the relationship. He didn’t care enough about it, and maybe you shouldn’t either.

“I’ll be home in like… 20 minutes or so.” Jongho said, his voice coming in through your phone speaker as you sat at the table eating your dinner. “Do you want me to grab something on my way home when I’m done at the office?” He asked, and you could hear the voices of the other guys in the background. The guys that didn’t really know much of you or about you, only the same thing that the rest of the world knew. You were simply Jonghos friend that he occasionally hung out with. You definitely weren’t the girl that he claimed to be deeply in love with, definitely not the girl that he had moved in with after only 6 months of dating. Nope, that surely wasn’t you. 

“Nah, I’m good.” You mumbled in between chewing, quickly dabbing your lips with the napkin beside you before grabbing your phone. “Take your time at work, I’ve got things to do.” You added, and the silence on his end almost made it seem like the call had ended, but you knew better. He was thinking, and he was thinking hard. You had never told him to take his time, you’d never want him to get home later than what he planned. You loved when he came home, and you’d usually run over to hug him or kiss him or both when he came through the door. 

When the silence lasted longer than you were used to, you were about to hang up the phone, but then you heard him clear his throat, the sound of fabric rustling picking up through the speaker. “I talked to Hongjoong and the guys, I’m coming home now.” He sounded like he was on edge, and you were sure it was because of your strange responses, but then again, he was the reason you were acting like this in the first place. 

The call ended quickly after your hum of disinterest, your thumb pressing the red button before you moved from the kitchen into the living room, dropping down onto the couch and flicking on the tv. It was just another thing that you normally wouldn’t do. Most of the time you’d stay on the phone with him until he walked through the door, only ending the call once you could hear your voice through his phone and your own. 

It’s not that you hated him, and it’s not that you even wanted to break up. You loved him, but you were tired of being in the shadows. It’s not like the company wasn’t okay with the guys being in relationships, most of the others had already come out about their own. You didn’t know the reason behind him hiding the relationship, but if he wanted to keep saying that you were just a friend, then that’s exactly what you’d be. 

He walked through the front door, pausing at the landing to look around for a second, and the sigh he let out sounded more like relief than anything else. You were sure that he probably thought you were cheating, and you would have probably thought the same thing if he had randomly changed the way he was acting. “Hey, babe…” He murmured, shimmying out of his coat and draping it over the back of the couch as he walked over to you. 

“Sup.” You responded dryly, allowing yourself to sink further into the couch which was, once again, unlike you. Where was the hug? Where was the kiss? It was like he was in the twilight zone, and he moved in front of you, standing between your eyes and the tv screen. “Do you need something?” 

The way his eyes blankly stared at you for a moment was almost comical, but then he started laughing, running his hand through his hair as he shook his head. “You’re funny. Come’ere.” He opened his arms for you, and you wanted so badly to jump off the couch and be embraced by him, but you knew that if you did, nothing would ever change. You quickly high fived both of his hands before leaning to the side to watch the tv around him, leaving him dumbstruck. “Hey… Come on, you can watch the tv after you give me my hug and my kiss.” 

He grabbed the remote off the arm of the sofa and quickly turned it off, his arms crossed as he stared at you expectantly. Jongho wasn’t one to really pout at you like this, and he’d never pry for physical attention from you either. As long as you told him you loved him, that was what truly mattered… But you hadn’t even said that yet. “Awh, come on dude. The show was just getting good.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed yourself up off the couch. 

Before you could even walk away though, his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face mere inches from your own. “It’s not funny anymore, Y/N.” His voice was stern and you hated the effect that it had on you right now, but you held your ground, your nose scrunching up as you leaned away from him when he tried to kiss you. “What are you… Is there someone here right now? Are you cheating on me?” He was furious, but through that anger was also sadness. You hated hurting him like this, but if this is what it took to get your point across, then this is what you had to do. 

“No.” You said flatly, your expression one of fake disgust as you lightly pushed against his shoulders to make him back up. “You can’t actually cheat on a friend, that’s ridiculous.” His hands dropped to his sides as his head cocked, confusion written across his features as he looked you over. “And you can’t really go around trying to smooch up on all of your friends, kinda weird buddy. Your other friends might not handle it as well as I did.” 

You sat back down on the couch, and he was still standing, frozen there in the middle of the floor. If you could see his brain, it was probably smoking, working hard to figure out what the hell was going on right now. “What!!?” He screeched, finally speaking the one single word as his body whipped in your direction. “You can’t just put me in the friendzone! We’re dating! You’re my girlfriend! Stop being silly.” 

“Actually…” You started, folding your hands in your lap, finally being serious for the first time since he walked through the door. “According to you, and the rest of the world… I’m just an old friend from school. So… You put me in the friendzone. I’m just acting accordingly.” 

His mouth opened momentarily, but it was like he didn’t know what to say. He knew exactly what you were talking about, he just didn’t know how to back out of it. He had dug the hole and put himself in it, and now he doesn’t know how to get out. “You watched the live stream?” He questioned, and you could only give him a look of disbelief. 

“I watch all of your live streams. I guess you could say I’m a pretty good old friend.” You emphasized the words, pushing yourself up off the couch to stand in front of him. “Anyway, I’m gonna go to bed now. Goodnight buddy.” You patted his shoulder before walking off toward the guest bedroom, and he had been frozen in the middle of the room still until you reached the door of the guest room. 

“What… What are you doing? Why are you going in there?” He hurried over to you, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull you away from the room. “You know I love you, right? I might not be the best at showing it, but I do…” 

You scoffed lightly, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you while standing in front of him. “Oh no, you’re wonderful at showing it inside the house. Outside though, you suck. Now I know why you don’t hold my hand in public and you don’t look at me the same. Are you embarrassed of me? Or do you just love the attention that you get from your fans so much that you don’t want to risk losing it by saying that you actually have someone?” 

“What?!” He gasped, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Where did that… Babe, you know it’s not like that.” His thumbs brushed along your cheek bones, maybe he thought he’d catch some tears, but there was nothing. Obviously you were hurt, you wanted him to be proud to be with you, you wanted him to show you off, but it’s not like crying would make that happen. He needed to want to do it himself. 

“Jongho, seriously…” You breathed out the words, your hands slowly moving up to grab his just to pull them away. “I’m not going to be exactly what you want me to be behind closed doors just so that you can treat me like nothing more than a friend outside. Maybe you’re not embarrassed or ashamed of me… But you’re not proud enough to put me before your fame. Clearly acceptance from the fans takes priority over loving me.” 

Incoherent words flew through his lips in a rush, he was stumbling over them, unable to speak fast enough. “You are my friend though… You’re my best friend…” He shook his head, his fingers combing through his hair. “You’re also the love of my life, I want to spend my life with you. You mean so much to me, and I’m not prioritizing anything over you. The guys… when they came out about their relationships… they got so much backlash, their partners said they’d leave… some of them did leave for a bit. The fans get crazy and I didn’t want you to deal with that. I was just trying to protect you, to protect us. I don’t want you to be miserable or unhappy, I don’t want you to be stalked whenever you go to the store or even just leave the house… I love you and that’s why I hide you. I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want it to become too much for you.” 

Damn if his reasoning didn’t make sense, but it did, he knew first hand through experience just how hard it was for the guys and their girlfriends to deal with the publicity. Most of them couldn’t even go out anymore, and if they did they were constantly surrounded by bodyguards. They had no privacy, they could never enjoy a normal relationship. “It wouldn’t become too much for me…” You whispered, your head lowering as you slumped against the doorframe. “I would never leave you for anything. I just… I want to be with you… I want to be able to be with you outside. I want to hold your hand, I want to be more than an old friend…” 

His bottom lip jutted out slightly as he grabbed your hands, his thumb brushed along your knuckles sadly. “You are more than that… I just don’t want you to get hurt…” One small tug of your hands had you stumbling forward, falling against his chest, and it was only then that you allowed yourself to cry. “You’re my top priority, over everything else, you are the most important thing in my life. That’s why I need to protect you.” His hands slid up your arms and over your shoulders, his finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up. “I promise that one day, the world will know how lucky I am, they’ll know that I’m in love with my best friend, and you love me…” 

You swallowed thickly, your nose twitching as you sniffled softly. “Promise promise? Pinky promise?” You whispered, and a small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes glanced down at your hands, his free hand moving to latch his pinky around yours, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your finger. 

“I pinky promise.” He murmured, letting your hands drop and leaning in to kiss you, his lips lingering against your own, having awaited that feeling since he stepped foot through the front door. “Do you wanna join me for dinner? And then we can cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. Would you like that?” Your head nodded quickly as you pushed yourself up to kiss him once more, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, need and desire filling you completely as your lips moved against his. He hummed softly, his own hands gripping your hips to hold you steady. “Babe…” He breathlessly said the pet name, his cheeks slightly flushed as he looked at you. “We can continue that after I’ve eaten too. Don’t forget where we left off.” 

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[yustea]

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Pairing: Ceo!Jongho x fembody!coworker!reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After an unexpected turn from a creepy colleague, you’re left within the comfort of your cold boss, Choi Jongho. However, he leaves you with an alluring offer of something more…

Genre: angst, heavily suggestive, comfort, slight fluff

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: reader!is!harassed, reader!cries!, making out, mentions of possessiveness!, claiming!, choking! and hickeys

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Your phone vibrated with the soft echoing dingles of your alarm, gradually arousing you from your tranquil sleep. You yawned and stretched, taking satisfaction in the crackling of several bones along the curve of your spine. You sluggishly sat up, searching blindly for your phone, your hair and sheets a tangled mess. Once it was in your grasp, you quickly turned the alarm off, rubbing your face in tired motions as you took a moment to gather your bearings. You checked the time, squinting an eye in the process as the painful glare from your phone illuminated the room.

5:31 am.

With a sigh, you reluctantly crawled out of your warm, comfortable bed, making your way to the chilly bathroom as you scratched the back of your neck lazily. You twisted the sink tap, splashing cool, refreshing water across your face and neck, eradicating the last remaining hints of drowsiness from your body. You stumbled out to your wardrobe, hurriedly selecting a silk white blouse and a black pencil skirt, paired with a matching set of black lace undergarments for your work attire of the day. You strolled back into your bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you went.

You’ve been working for Choi Enterprise for the past two years under new CEO, Choi Jongho, whom overtook his father’s position as heir of the company for the past six months. Unlike his father, he exerted an intimidating and unrelenting energy that sent chills to your bones. He always wore a poker face and rarely ever spoke unless required to, more often than not resorting to unnerving stares and short, direct sentences when he conversed. Even the way he walked was domineering, his presence alone striking a quiver in your knees. It unsettled you… but also ignited a deep hunger within you. You couldn’t deny it - he was a handsome man, and his dominant aura just made you want to be railed by him even more; his strong, muscular arms choking you as he trailed bruising hickeys across your neck and chest as he possessively claimed you with each thrust. Is that too much to ask?

You brought a sharp slap to your cheek, snapping yourself out of your dreamy state. He’s your BOSS for god’s sake Y/N, you scolded yourself as an embarrassed flush began to bloom across your cheeks. With a shake of your head, you checked the time once more.

7:15 am.

“SHIT I’M GOING TO BE LATE,” you cried, quickly finishing your meal and slipping on your shiny black stilettos as you grabbed your purse and keys, and opened the door, haphazardly exiting your home as you headed to work.

Twenty minutes later, you arrived on time and stood outside Choi Enterprise, the tall skyscraper looming over your microscopic figure. With a deep breath, you smiled and entered the building, the echo of your clacking heels announcing your presence as you steadily walked to the elevator, swiping your key card as you entered and selecting your floor number. Soon after, you arrived on your level and stepped out, basking in the bright morning light through the crystal windows. Just as you made your way to your desk, your coworker, Madison, rushed over, plonking an array of files and loose forms on your workspace and panted.

“Woah, are you okay? You seem like you ran a mile,” You asked concerned as she propped her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “We have meeting… with… Choi,” she gasped. “He wants.. see.. propositions… NOW.” A surge of cold dread ignited in your stomach, your jaw falling slack and your eyes widening at the sudden news. “Oh fuck,” you hissed, scrambling wildly through your draws to find your folio and USB. “I thought it was next week?!” You cried as panic began to settle in when you couldn’t find your business proposals. “He moved it up.. to today.. two minutes ago,” she inhaled deeply, finally composing herself. “Julian said that he didn’t know what spurred his decision, but he looked furious.” That was never good hearing it first-hand from his secretary; he must’ve been really pissed.

Finally, you grasped the dark navy blue folder attached to a ziplock bag stapled to its exterior with a USB sealed inside. A wave of relief washed over you. At least I haven’t fucked up yet. “Okay, let’s go.” You briskly ran to the board room with Madison in tow, mentally going over your presentation and the key points you’ll be stating. When you arrived, you saw Julian waiting for you both outside, ushering you in with urgent motions. “Be aware,” he whispered behind you. “The beast has awoken.” You gave a small nod as you and Madison piled into the room, Julian closing the door behind him as he left to go escort Jongho. Silent chaos encased the room as everyone hurriedly shuffled around, bowing their head slightly in acknowledgment as they passed. You sat at your designated seat, grateful for your earlier preparation as you let out a long breath, sinking into the fabric of the black chair.

“Well hello to you too princess,” a flirtatious voice spoke, bile rising within your mouth as an unamused expression plastered on your face. A faux tight-lipped smile graced your lips as you sat up, seeing the man that you despised most in the world sitting across from you. “Oh I’m sorry Rufus, I didn’t see you there.” He leisurely gazed his eyes up and down your attire, a sickening smirk twitching the corners of his mouth. You internally cringed. “You look gorgeous princess,” he whistled, a sultry look evident in his eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably and ignored his comment. Just as he was about to say something else, Jongho stormed into the room, everyone suddenly standing to attention and bowing in unison. “Let’s start,” he stated as he threw his file onto the table and sat in his seat, everyone following suit in silence. “Mr. Jones,” he called out as Rufus shot his head up. “Yes Mr. Choi?” “You present your proposal first.” Everyone turned their heads to Jongho, confusion and shock on everyone’s faces. Usually, he followed a particular order; starting from you and ending with Rufus. Why did he do that? you pondered, landing your gaze onto Rufus. He gulped, his eyes wide in surprise. “U-um,” all eyes turned to him. His hands visibly shook as Jongho waited patiently for his reply. Any sympathy drained away as a subtle smirk spread on your lips at his loss for words. Oh this was going to be good.

“W-we have nothing to present sir,” Rufus hung his head in shame as everyone held their breath. The room stood still. “Mr Jones, what is our company’s policy?” Jongho asked. “Be ready and prepared at all times, sir,” he responded. “And do you admit that you failed to fulfil this as an employee of this company?” “Yes sir,” Rufus poked his cheek with his tongue, embarrassment flushing across his neck. “Finish your proposal by next Tuesday and we’ll reevaluate your work ethic at this company,” he concluded, tapping his files together and leaning back against his seat as Rufus hung his head in humiliation and shame. Damn, your heart raced, that was attractive. “Miss L/N,” he turned his head to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yes Mr Choi?” “Present your proposal for us please.” A small smile curved on your lips. “Certainly sir,” you stood up and made your way to the large screen, plugging your USB into the side and beginning your presentation.

After you finished, the room erupted in applause as you took a deep bow. Quickly, you gathered your things and sat back down. “Well done Miss L/N,” a proud smile splayed across his face. A surge of pride swirled within you as you nodded your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you Mr Choi.” “Now Ms Kahn, please present yours.” Ms Kahn nodded and stood up to present her idea. Suddenly, you felt something hard brush against your ankle. You flittered your gaze downward and noticed it was Rufus’ shoe trailing against you. You looked up as you met his enraged stare. Oh no, this can’t be good. The colour began to drain from your face as he slowly climbed higher, slowly inching towards your inner thigh. You shuffled your chair back in hopes to be out of reach.

His face contorted into a sneer as he dropped his foot, stopping his antics and setting his focus back on Ms Kahn. You eyed him disgustingly as you followed suit, calming yourself and ignoring the panic coursing through your veins. Unnoticed by you, Rufus knocked his pen onto the floor. He bent down to grab it, crawling further and further under the table. Coincidentally, his knuckle skimmed against your leg, causing you to jolt back as a pair of seething eyes witnessed the scene unfold. “We will continue this tomorrow, everyone is dismissed,” Jongho abruptly announced, interrupting Ms Kahn’s proposition and halting Rufus’ motions.

Seamlessly, he stood up, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction. Disgust morphed onto your face as you cringed, swallowing the fear of what could have happened if it wasn’t for Jongho’s impeccable timing. Just as you were about to exit, Jongho called out. “Except for you, Miss L/N.” Your body froze. What did he see? You turned around and bowed your head, obeying his instruction and standing still next to the doorway. Rufus was the last to leave as he strutted past you, a satisfied grin encasing his vile face as an angry gaze burned into the back of his skull. The door closed behind him. Silence engulfed the room.

Jongho stood up and made his way to you. He positioned himself directly in front of you, keeping a distance and his hands situated in his pockets. Your body trembled in nervousness. “Look at me,” he spoke softly. Startled by his gentle tone, you glanced upwards, noticing a forbearing smile on his lips. “Are you okay?” You looked away and bit your lip as you felt the familiar sting of tears brim your eyes. You nodded. Unconvinced, he gingerly stepped closer and gently placed a hand under your chin, tilting it towards his face. “It’s okay,” he cooed. “You’re safe.” Your facade caved as a tsunami of sobs escaped your throat. He carefully embraced your shuddering body, whispering caring and sweet phrases as you released your distress and fear into his chest. “I-I was s-so scared,” you choked. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me,” he gently patted your back in conforms as you continued to cry.

After a moment, your tears were dried, emotional relief encasing you as you inhaled a long deep breath. Jongho stepped back, his hands placed on your shoulders. “You okay now?” Your glassy eyes gazed into his as you nodded. He felt his heart skip a beat. Suddenly, your eyes widened at his soaking black shirt, realisation hitting you like a truck. “O-oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you hurriedly pulled away to grab some tissues, only to have your wrists tenderly held in his strong grip. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some spares in my office.” He gazed at you in a soft and affectionate manner, causing you to shyly look away. He gently brought his hand up to cup your face, stroking your tear-stained cheeks. Your heart fluttered. “Don’t let him get to you, okay?” You bit your lip as you nodded, your adorable doe eyes striking a chord in his heart.

As if possessed, he leant down to your face, his warm breath cascading against you as a shiver crept up your spine. Delicately, he placed a peck against your lips, once, twice, and then kissed you. Your body froze in shock, taking you a moment to grasp the situation. Suddenly, he pulled back, realising what he just did. “I-I-,” he stuttered as an embarrassed rouge reddened his neck, shyly fidgeting his fingers. Admiration surged within you at his cuteness, now seeing the unveiling of a mere sweet, flustered boy twiddling his thumbs compared to the stoic man you usually know.

Ah fuck it, you thought as you stepped closer and brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. In an instant, he kissed back, your lips moulding one another’s in a slow, feverish make out. You prodded your tongue against his mouth, silently asking for permission. He let you in as you both battled for dominance, his hand snaking to the back of you head and waist as he pressed you closer. He carefully shifted positions and leant you against the table, trapping you in his hold, his domineering presence back again. He gently pulled away, eyes glazed with lust and hunger as he stepped away, admiring the view of you panting and disheveled against the table.

“Fuck..” he sighed, clenching his jaw as he resisted the urge to rail you senseless. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and composing himself. He brushed his hair back and readjusted his tie, making his way to the door. “Meet me in my office at 6:00 if you want to continue where we left off.” With that Jongho calmly stormed out, leaving you perplexed and shocked. You just witnessed the duality of your boss.. and my lord both sides were attractive. Who knew such an intimidating, cold man could be so shy and sympathetic yet so hot and controlling? You glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:06 am.

Your head lolled back, huffing out a sigh. “Now I’ve gotta wait for fucking ten hours just to get laid,” you groaned, wondering what you were going to do with the dampness in your panties. Suddenly, you sat up. A devilish smirk carved your face as an ingenious idea came to your mind. Oh he’s going to feel it…

But so will you.

Part 2?

A/N: Hi again, thank you so so much for reading my fic :)) I was originally going to do this as one big fic, however, I ran out of time and so part two will be uploaded next week 12pm GMT on Sunday. (I can’t leave y’all on a cliff hanger for too long <33)

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[kimbappykidding]

Imagine overhearing your crush, Jongho, getting rudely shut down by a mean idol and deciding to do something about it.

You thought there was nothing worse in the world than watching your crush ask out another girl but you were wrong. 

You'd known Jongho had a crush on Maisie even since he checked her out at an award show and the boys never let him forget it. So when you saw him heading towards her you knew what was going to happen and even though you were sad because he was asking out another girl he was your best friend so you just wanted him to be happy. You were stood on a platform near the girl and so you could hear the whole conversation. You went to move away until you heard her reply and it made you very angry indeed. "I'm sorry I'm just way too pretty for you" Maisie said and your jaw dropped. It's fine for a girl to say no to a guy but there's no reason to be rude about it. Sure if Jongho had been harassing her you'd be praising her for telling him how it is but he'd been nothing but respectful and nice to her. There was no reason for her to hurt him like this. "She did not just say that" you said and your fellow Dreamcatcher member Yoohyeon looked at you "what did she say?" but you shushed her because the conversation was carrying on. Jongho must've also been confused because she was now being even ruder. "Look I only date guys who are at least as good-looking as me and you're not so later" and she walked away. You saw she was actually smiling and felt anger surge through you "I'm going after her" you said but your members, who finally realised what was happening, knew in your current state that probably wasn't a good idea. "Y/n just wait a minute" Dami said and JiU nodded "yeah just take a moment to calm down" when Siyeon grabbed your arm "Y/n you have bigger issues, Jongho". You looked over to where he'd been and froze to see him making a beeline for the door clearly upset and rattled. "Shit" you swore "text Hongjoong and tell him I'll make sure Jongho gets home okay" and you rushed after him.

You found Jongho outside just sitting on the curb staring into space. "Jongho" you called and he looked up but didn't meet your eye. "Hey Y/n I just wanted some air" he said flatly and you nodded coming to sit beside him "okay". You'd known Jongho for 4 years now and in that time learned you just had to let him speak when he was ready. Jongho was silent for a few seconds before he sighed "you know don't you?". You paused before nodding "yeah I heard but Jongho please don't be upset, she's horrible and should be ashamed of herself". Jongho buried his head in his hands not speaking and you looked at him unsure of what to do. "Jongho?" you asked "do you want me to take you home?" and he nodded "yes please". You got him in your car and then paused. "I don't want to talk about it" Jongho said pre-empting your next question and you nodded "okay" and drove home in silence.

Once you got to Jongho's place you came inside and watched tv with him until his members came home. He was quiet all night and the guys asked what happened but he wouldn't tell them. They then asked you once he'd gone to bed and you shook your head "it's Jongho's story to tell, someone was just incredibly rude to him so he might be a little down the next few days. So just keep an eye on him and big him up as much as you can". The boys assured you they would and thanked you for being with him. "I'll always be there for Jongho" you replied and San smiled "Y/n where can I find a woman like you?" and you laughed "with that smile of yours you'll find one easily" and you said goodnight to them all before driving home. Your members were all anxious to know how Jongho was and were furious on his behalf. They didn't know exactly what Maisie said but could guess and all promised the next time they saw Jongho they'd be extra kind to him. You appreciated all their support and texted Jongho before you went to bed telling him you were here if he needed you but didn't get any reply. When you next saw Jongho he acted like that night never happened and you figured he was trying to move on so went along with it. Maisie didn't come up in your everyday conversation anyway so it was easy to pretend she never existed but there was an event looming on the horizon. The yearly Isac games. You knew Maisie’s group Porcelain was going to be there because you got a list of the attending groups a week before. You asked Jongho about the event and he didn't say much about it but you knew he was worried about seeing her again. He hadn't been at many events, especially not the socials afterwards since that night so this would be the first time he saw her. His members had worked out which group it was and which member and promised you they'd keep an eye on him. You saw Maisie enter before you saw Jongho and you tensed up watching her. She looked so happy and carefree and that bugged you. Gahyeon hugged you telling you to ignore her and you nodded taking her hand "yeah...I won't let her ruin my day" but of course she was everywhere you went. When you went to go grab a bib she was in front of you. When you were lining up on the track her group was right behind you. You kept hearing her annoying laugh, the same one she'd used when she rejected Jongho, and it bothered you insanely. So when you found out your group was facing Porcelain in a football match you were more than ready. You were competitive anyway but JiU made you promise to behave. "Don't start a fight with her or anything, not because I think you wouldn't win but more like I know you'd kick her ass and get told off" and you laughed "I would, wouldn't I?" and the girls chuckled. You were pretty good at football so were the striker and it just so happened Maisie was a defender. You sighed when you saw the position she'd been given, meaning she'd be with you all the time and Siyeon rubbed your arm "it's okay, you can beat her but just don't be excessive" and you nodded "okay". Anytime Maisie got the ball you dispossessed her and it was honestly quite cathartic but to be honest she didn't get the ball much because she acted like this was 50 years ago and screamed anytime the ball came near her. She'd then look around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction and adjust her hair telling you she wasn't really scared but was doing that annoying thing of pretending to be weak to appear more girly as if being weak had anything to do with being a woman. So you started marking other players because she was clearly no threat and you didn't want to be beside her any more than you had to be. You managed to score twice and were winning 3 - 1 when the literal golden opportunity arrived. They were playing music in the background and an Ateez song came on making you glance to where the boys were standing, cheering you in the stands. Then there was a scuffle on the pitch where one of Maisie's members pushed Handong nearly making her fall. The ball rolled away from the group of girls and directly to Maisie. She got the ball but didn't see you directly behind her. She actually giggled thinking she was in the clear and it was so perfect you smiled. You sprinted towards her and her fans started trying to warn her but it was too late. You tackled the ball from her, not even touching her, but with enough momentum, she was knocked to the floor with a child-like scream. You proceeded to the goal and shot it into the top right corner and your fans erupted into screams. Your teammates all cheered and you did a celebration dance. Maisie was furious because there was now mud on her face and she claimed you pushed her. The referee kept telling her you hadn't even touched her and that made her actually shriek. "God what a mess" Sua said and you giggled. You knew it was mean but after that, you tried to annoy Maisie as much as you could. You'd purposefully bump into her and anytime she so much as went near the ball you were there. She was clearly getting really annoyed with you and you actually heard her comment that girls like that shouldn't be allowed to play with normal girls. "If she falls on me she could literally injure me!" you heard her tell one of her members and you grinned "then maybe try and stay on your feet? Hard I know but give it a go" and you ran off. The hilarious part was she actually did try challenging you a few times too but you easily outmanoeuvred her by being faster, stronger and more skilled. You were enjoying this way too much but thankfully the whistle was called and you won. You didn't gloat too much but did cheer with your members. "Y/n you murdered her!" Handong cried and you laughed "well I guess it was just payback for Jongho" and they all nodded. "Plus revenge for knocking you down" you said to Handong who blushed and smiled. Nobody messed with the people you cared about. When you saw Ateez later the boys were similarly pleased with your performance and congratulated you. "Way to take out the trash Y/n!" Wooyoung cried and Seonghwa nodded "I thought she was actually going to try and fight you at one point". "Yeah like she'd be dumb enough to try that!" Yunho cried and you laughed thanking them all but one member was suspiciously quiet. Jongho. You figured he might just be quiet because of the circumstance but even later on when the event ended he still hadn't spoken to you. You thought this was odd so managed to find him backstage. "Hey" you said waving to him "how are you? I haven't seen you all day". Jongho nodded "fine" but didn't look up from his phone. You frowned "are you sure? You don't seem fine". "I'm fine" he repeated not coldly but firmly so you let it drop. After Isac Ateez were having a party and they invited your group and a few others. You went and noticed Jongho wasn't joining in. He claimed he was getting changed but spent nearly 2 hours in his room and when he appeared he just went outside so you followed him. "Hey" you called and Jongho nodded "hi". "So... you sure you're still okay?” you asked and Jongho just nodded. "Jongho look it's okay you're upset to see her. It's going to be awkward the first few times but it must've been great watching us beat her". Jongho sighed "yeah sure...watching your friend fight your battles feels great". You paused "what? I wasn't fighting your battle just giving her a taste of her own medicine”. Jongho shook his head "didn't look like it to me. Looked like I was too pathetic to act so you did instead". "Jongho people aren't going to think that” you argued but he shook his head "yes they are! People know we're friends and you made it so obvious you had a problem with Maisie. They can easily connect the dots". You frowned "I...well I don't think I embarrassed you. We're friends, why wouldn't I want to defend you?" you asked. Jongho sighed "but it makes me look so weak y/n!". "Why because a girl was defending you?" you asked. "No of course not! I've watched you beat Wooyoung up tons of times and cheered you on. I know you're strong and have no issues with that". "So what about me was so embarrassing?" you asked. When Jongho couldn't reply you shook your head "sorry for trying to help" you said "next time I won't so I won't humiliate you" and stormed away. Jongho watched you go and lasted 10 seconds before he rushed after you, the guilt setting in but you’s disappeared!The house was pretty full but he spotted your members and approached them. They just wordlessly pointed to the front door and he receded out of it. He thought he might have to chase after your car but he found you sitting at the bench at the end of the path. "Mind if I sit?" he asked and you shook your head. "I'm sorry" he said "you're not embarrassing. You always have my corner and I'm so grateful for that". "So what made you so upset?" you asked. Jongho sighed "I guess because you confronting her confirmed it happened. I know it did but I just pretend it didn't in public. That's why I've never confronted her, I'm too embarrassed to but you going head to head with her...I felt like it made it more real. It wasn't something I could just pretend didn't happen and that embarrassed me. I was embarrassed of myself" he clarified "for being such an idiot to think a girl like that would be into me". You shook your head "don't do that, don't put yourself down for her". "But it's true!" Jongho said "I was feeling good that night because I'd got compliments from lots of idols about the high note I reached and my body was the best I'd ever seen. I was feeling confident so I tried my luck but I overshot. No matter how good a singer I am I still don't look like Wooyoung". "Stop it" you said "I didn't kick Maisie's ass today for you to think you're not good-looking. I did it to prove to her you were. That there are people out there who disagree with her and think you're a great guy. You're strong, handsome and have a beautiful kind face any girl with a brain would want". "That's sweet but you're probably the only person who thinks that and you're my best friend so you just see me in the perfect non-sexy way friends view one another". You looked down and shook your head "guess I'm not a friend then" and Jongho looked at you "what?". "I think you're hot Jongho, I have for a while" you admitted and Jongho's eyes widened "what?". "I'm attracted to you" you admitted "which is partly why it angered me so much to hear Maisie say that stuff to you and how it affected you. I hated that it made your confidence dip because to me... you're beautiful". Jongho blushed and looked down "I had no idea...". "Yeah well it was something I kept hidden" you admitted "I wasn't going to melt anytime you walked in the room". Jongho smiled "no you're way too cool for that" making you pause and blush. "So you're telling me all this time I could've had a girl like you and I was after Maisie?" Jongho asked. You paused "I guess" and he shook his head "wow now I'm really glad she rejected me because nobodies better than you". You blushed "wait so you...". "I like you too" Jongho admitted shooting you one of his beautiful smiles "you've always showered me with care and love and I want to do the same with you. I think I can make you happy" he said placing a hand on your face making you blush even more. "I think you can too" you admitted and you both leaned forwards at once. "Hey has anyone seen Jongho?" Seonghwa asked the group assembled before him "he's not in his room". "He went after Y/n like an hour ago, is he not back yet?" Siyeon asked. "No, I hope he's okay" Yunho sighed when Sua started laughing. "What's so funny?" Hongjoong asked and the girl turned around smiling. "Neither of them got very far, look" Sua said stepping away from the window and they all rushed forwards...to see the two of you wrapped up together on the bench. Jongho had an arm around you and you were leaving against his chest. Jongho was leaning his head against yours and the two of you looked so cute. "Finally!" Wooyoung cheered and all the members laughed before gasping realising the other group knew all along too. They all began debating which one of you had fallen for the other first but you and Jongho were far away. Wrapped up with each other nothing else in the world mattered because you'd finally found each other. _____ Okay so I heard a rumour something similar to what I described at the start of this story really happened to Jongho. I'm not saying the rumour is true and I changed the idol's name to not accuse her, but the idea alone made me so sad and angry so I created this!

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[stayteezdreams]

Boy Next Door: Part One

Plot: Moving into your apartment can be stressful, especially when you're doing all the work alone. But your attractive new neighbor comes to the rescue after you run into each other, literally.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Choi Jong-ho x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

A/n: Unfortunately, the idea I had for this didn't flow as well as I had hoped. Jongho deserves better :( but I hope you enjoy it anyways :)

Words: 1.6k

Popping open the trunk of the car, you sighed. It was crammed with everything you owned, and you were all alone to move and unpack it.

Glancing up at the sky, you noted the dark clouds moving in as the sun got lower in the sky.

Looking back at the various boxes, you let out a sigh of determination before you began to pile lighter boxes on top of each other. You'd do this as fast as you could, the quicker it was over the sooner you could relax.

Walking slowly towards the elevator, trying your best not to topple the tower you created, you prayed no one was in the elevator. Much to your hope, it was empty. You smiled as you made your way in, before pressing the button to your floor.

"Only twenty more trips to go." You mumbled to yourself as the elevator doors closed.

Jongho walked casually towards the elevator, and pressed the button. He cleared his throat as he checked his phone, unsure if going to the gym at this hour was really what he wanted to do with his boredom.

As the elevator doors dinged before opening, Jongho began to walk inside, only noticing at the last second there was something, or rather someone, in the elevator.

As you began to step out of the elevator, you saw the edge of someones head poke around the boxes before you could stop walking in time.

"Oh!" you exclaimed involuntarily as you felt the person collide with you.

Your tower toppled over and fell to the floor as you held out your arms helplessly.

Jongho flinched as the boxes fell to the ground, before his eyes moved to you, as you stood frozen in front of him. As the elevator began to close you hopped out, quickly pulling one of your boxes out of the way before you turned towards him.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't see you!"

Jongho opened his mouth to speak, but heard nothing come out as you scrambled to pick up your boxes. Finally collecting himself, he shook his head.

"It's okay, it's not your fault! I should have looked before I walked into the elevator. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be on it." He chuckled awkwardly "I also didn't realize I had a new neighbor."

"Oh, yeah, I just rented a few days ago" You chuckled as you looked back at him, seeing him grabbing one of your boxes.

"Thank you, it's okay, you don't need to do that!" You said shyly, yet gratefully.

"I hope I didn't break anything" He said slowly, as he heard the objects in one of the boxes move around loudly.

"Oh no don't worry! These boxes are all light, they don't have anything really fragile in them-" you hesitated as you thought for a second, uncertainty washing over you "-I hope." You chuckled and looked over at him with a genuine smile.

Jongho smiled in return, not failing to notice how his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight.

"Can I ask why you're carrying so many boxes at once?"

"Oh" you let out a soft awkward laugh "I uh- don't have anyone to help me, and it's getting dark, and looks like is gonna rain, so I just wanted to get it done quickly." You rambled a bit as you made a couple stacks of boxes by the wall.

Jongho nodded in understanding before he felt a sudden determination wash over him. He walked over to your boxes before stacking some and picking them up. You met his eyes with a questioning gaze and he smiled brightly at you, making butterflies swirl through your stomach.

"I'll help."

"Oh you don't have too! You were going somewhere right? I don't want to-"

Jongho stopped you with a small laugh and shake of his head "Don't worry about it. I was just going to the gym because I was bored. But I'd rather do this."

Your heart skipped a beat as he began to turn down the hall towards your new apartment.

Quickly grabbing the box he left, you followed, pulling out your keys "Thank you that's really nice of you."

He glanced back at you with the same smile "Don't worry about it"

Opening your door, Jongho followed you in, before setting down the boxes and glancing around. He hummed under his breath.

"What?" You asked curiously.

He shrugged a bit and smiled "I just always wondered if the other apartments looked the same."

"Do they?"

He nodded "Yeah, pretty much. Mines a bit bigger because I have roommates though."

"This was the only single I could find near here." You noted as you set your box on the counter.

He nodded before clapping his hands "Okay, so how much more do you have?"

You blinked a few times "Oh...you meant- you're gonna help me with all of it?"

He rose his brow and nodded.

"Oh I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking. Im offering." He said, bluntly but softly.

You hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure?"

He nodded and let out a soft laugh, as the thought of how cute you were passed through his mind "Yeah, I am."

You smiled brightly at him, your face burning a bit hotter "Okay well, if you insist. I don't really have all that much." You said cheerfully making him chuckle.

As he began to follow you out the door, you stopped abruptly and turned towards him, taking him by surprise "My name is Y/n by the way."

He smiled "I'm Jongho."

You grinned at him "Thank you Jongho"

Turning, you began heading towards the elevator as Jongho watched you for a second, his heart hammering in his chest before he smiled and followed you.

The twenty trips you dreaded turned into less than ten as you watched Jongho carry half of your stuff with an ease you found almost alarming.

As you set the last box on the kitchen table, you turned to him with a satisfied smile "All done before the sun even set."

He smiled at you, watching as you looked around your apartment before turning back to him.

"I really can't thank you enough Jongho. This move was stressful enough as it is. Doing it alone was worse, so you helping really made it easier."

He shook his head "No problem. I'm glad I could help. And I'm glad I could meet you. I can count on one hand how many times I've seen the other neighbors on this floor."

You chuckled softly "I'm glad too. I'm horrible at introducing myself, I don't know if I ever would have met you otherwise. Though I do still feel bad for having run into you earlier."

He chuckled "Forget it, really."

You grinned at him, and he wanted nothing more than to just stare at you, but knowing he could easily overstay his welcome, he cleared his throat a bit as he checked his phone.

"I should probably go."

You nodded in understanding, but felt a wave of disappointment. You really wanted to talk with him more. It seemed like you to had quite a lot in common from the brief chats you had.

As you followed him to the door. He turned back and smiled at you "It was nice meeting you Y/n. Don't be a stranger."

You grinned at him and shook your head "I wont. Thank you Jongho."

As he left and walked back towards his apartment, he glanced back, to see you leaning out of your apartment watching him with a soft smile.

He felt his chest clench as you waved cheerfully at him. Waving back he smiled, before rounding the corner and letting out a soft sigh, already wondering when he would see you again.

The next day, as Jongho headed back to his apartment, he stepped off the elevator and a familiar smell filled his nose. He inhaled and felt warmth wash over him.

Someone had been baking cookies. He shook his head, a bit jealous of the idea of homemade cookies, as he started to head down the hall.

He slowed down as he walked past your door. You popped up in his thoughts multiple times during the day, and he kept wondering how you were settling in.

'Should I knock?' he thought to himself with uncertainty as he stared at your door.

He wouldn't want to interrupt you if you were busy. But maybe he could help you again? Would that be too much? Would it be weird?

Overthinking it, he shook his head and headed towards his apartment. Maybe he'd give you a few days to settle in first.

As he approached his door, his eyes landed on a small white box on the ground. Furrowing his brow, he crouched down to pick it up, seeing a sticky note on the top.

As he read it, a grin spread across his face.

"Thank you for your help!" - Y/n

Taking the note off, he could see the box was full of the cookies he had smelled. The box was still warm so he new they were fresh.

Looking back towards your apartment, he couldn't stop the smile on his face as his whole body seemed to get warm. Touched by your kindness and cuteness.

Looking at his door before looking back down the hall, he smiled 'At least I have an excuse to go see them now'.

Making a final decision, he began walking back towards your door.

If he took the cookies into his apartment he knew he would surely get none if the other's saw them. So it was only fair that he shared him with the person that made them. Right?

xx End xx

-Part Two-

Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity,

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[binniebeams]

The Sweetest Drink

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB Reader

Genre/Rating: Vampire AU, Smut, 18+. MDNI

Summary: Seeing the boost your friend gets after her late night adventures at a certain club, you decided to join her and see what all the fuss is about…

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Club settings, alcohol consumption, sexual conversations, blood, descriptions of feeding (Vampire). NSFW warnings under the cut.

A/N: This is so delayed but hopefully it lives up to any expectations!! Also my app crashed mid editing and formatting so there may be mistakes I missed! I’m so sorry!

Tags: @twisted-tales-of-all @yoonguurt @kwanisms @kpop-stories-21 @stardragongalaxy

NSFW Warnings: Vampire biting/feeding leading to sexual desire, fingering, bloody make-out session, fwb-ish relationship.

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It had only been a few years since the government released the information regarding their acknowledgment of vampires living among humans, following it with new laws and regulations to make living beside each other a safe and harmonious experience. Restaurants had to expand their menus, and grocery stores did not have to partner with blood banks or donation centers to ensure everyone was accommodated appropriately. Those are all wonderful options but once the sun sets and hunger arises, people resort to…less organized or regulated options… Underground clubs started to pop up left and right, causing a quiet stir among the more curious humans. One of them happened to be the very reason you found yourself sitting in front of your mirror and getting ready for a night out.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous to go, I’ve been going for months” Kelly was on a whining spree again as you finished up your eyeliner. She was a regular at the club, forming a feeding pact with some guy she said was named Yeosang if you remember correctly-. A change was definitely noticed in her ever since she started seeing him, from her hair looking better, her skin being clearer, and this air of confidence coming from her every time she walked into a room as if she was commanding attention. You wanted that life so badly, you wanted even an ounce of the power she was oozing… “Oh I don’t know, maybe the idea of someone biting into me and sucking my literal blood out is just a bit nerve-wracking?” Your retort had her rolling her eyes in a playful demeanor as you both slipped your shoes on to head out. Clubs weren't really your thing, you were a homebody, and the idea of a bunch of hot and sweaty strangers grinding on each other just didn’t seem like your cup of tea…But here you were, standing at the door waiting for Kelly to pay your cover and get your hand stamped.

An intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat filled your senses as you made it through the threshold of the building you questioned the structural safety of-. There was no time for trying to distract your mind with small worries like that, you felt yourself getting tugged to the bar where Kelly let out a sort of squeal from seeing her feeding mate “Yeosang!!” Oh boy, here we go, It's time for her to cling to this dude and have heart eyes while leaving you to the wind. “This is Y/N~ That friend I told you I was bringing for Jongho~” Jongho? Who the hell was that? Did she only bring you along to keep some guy company while she escaped off with Yeosang-. “Her? Yeah, I guess she fits his…type” What an ass, what did he mean by that? you were a catch so why did that feel so condescending? He was eyeing you up and down as if he was analyzing you, all the while he had your friend strung up on his arm.

Yeosang pulled out his phone and typed a few things, you could tell it was short and brief from the fact that his volume was on so the sound of his keyboard echoed in your ears when it should have been the blaring music attacking your drums. He didn’t seem to respond to what he had read on the screen, moving his phone to his pocket and whispering something to Kelly as you stood there like a child waiting to hear whatever mom and dad were talking about. You would never get the answer to the questions in your mind, since Kelly had pretty much begged Yeosang to escape away behind the curtain to what you could only assume were private rooms for whatever use seemed to be needed at the time. A roll of your eyes was paired with the sound of her happily being led away and leaving you there at the bar with your almost empty glass and an urge to order some shots.

“Y/N I’m assuming?” The voice that you heard beside you could only be described as blunt but buttery like he almost commanded you to look at him and that's exactly what you did. His eyes pierced into yours as he approached the bar and leaned against it in a way that indicated to you that he had definitely been here before. “And who is asking?” Your voice was laced with a tone of your guard being up, leaving you only to assume this is the ‘friend’ everyone had been mentioning… “Yeosang told me someone was coming and asked me to show you around.” Oh, he’s lying right through his teeth but your judgment was becoming slightly hazy, due to the mix of alcohol and being around him. Jongho could tell you were on edge so he went ahead and ordered a shot for you and waited for you to down it before gesturing for you to follow him. ‘Do you know what this place is for? I’m assuming you do since people don’t just stumble into a place like this”

Did he think you were dumb? Or just blissfully ignorant? If you wern’t so dead set on getting some action tonight, you’d yank your hand away and head to the dance floor. “I sort of have an idea, I just had no idea it was like…this?” There was a pause as you spoke, watching the curtains go past you as he lead you down the hall and your ears were immediately assaulted with sounds of pleasure mixed with pain and subtle cries coming from behind rows of doors. One of which was the threshold you would be stepping through and it was like the world was suddenly so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. “I’m not going to kill you, you don’t have to act like your ready to slap me” Jongho released your hand and moved to sit on the plush looking couch in the room, grabbing the drink menu off the small coffee table and starting to browse through as he left you to make yourself comfortable.

“I just uh, haven’t really done this before…” you slowly warmed up to your environment, deciding to make your way over and sit beside him but still at a reasonable distance to where he couldn’t immediately pounce on you. “I can tell, I’m guessing your friend convinced you, enticed you with what kind of place this was and how you would feel?” How did he know? He hit the nail right in the head-. Kelly would go on non stop about Yeosang and how the interactions felt and how it revitalized her in a way, is this just how it makes everyone feel? “She used to be more like me, I guess that’s why we became so close, but lately she’s seemed like a whole new person, like the better version of herself”. As you spoke, he kept his eyes on the menu and just offered subtle nods or small sounds of acknowledgment to your words.

“Did she explain to you how this happens exactly?” This is when he finally turns to you, eye starting to have a hint of red to them and an obvious darkness filling his gaze. “You just have to lay there and be good for me, give yourself to me and everything will go smoothly. Can you do that for me baby?” The distance between you two started to close and you had no idea what was taking over your body. Was it your growing neediness or was there something more to that tint in his iris?…either way, all you could do was nod obediently as he moved you to lay down, his body leaning over yours as he gazed over you to take a look at his…meal for the evening. “I need you to tell me this is okay, that you give consent my dear…” for someone who seemed like a predator looking at fresh prey, we was considerably cautious in the beginning. That is, until you uttered a quiet “I want this” then it was all self control out the window and his lips attached to yours for what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few moment before those plush lips of his were moving their way down to your jaw, then your neck, giving him the chance to get a hint of your sweet smell.

“Do you even realize how delicious you smell…god this is going to be fun” Jongho didn’t frequent the club much, so he made sure to take full advantage of the time he had here, fingers trailing down until the reach the bottom hem of your dress, expertly slipping it up as his attack on your neck continues and all you can do is let out the sweet song that he wanted to hear. Jongho shifted his body to where he was further down and his face was now near your thighs and burning core, exactly where you needed him as he laid kisses to your inner thigh and his fingers worked to slip your undergarments down and tossing them aside to be collected later. be collected later. They were not the primary focus, what was however, was the breath tickling your core and the fingers dancing dangerously close to your clit that was practically begging to be touched.

“Can you hurry up, it will be daytime by the time you get started..” the request, or demand rather, came out as just a whine and the flushed tone on your skin gave away at the fact that you didn’t actually want him to hurry and end this soon. In fact, this prompted him to take even longer, his thumb drawing slow antagonizing circles on your bundle on nerves as he spoke “For someone so quiet. You sure have your own way of being loud”. You could hear his smug attitude without even seeing his face with those words, his hands working expertly before one of his digits teased at your entrance, testing the waters in how you would react. Once he found a reaction from you that let him know you were ready, he slipped one finger in and let you get used to the feeling before continuing.

The cold touch of his skin felt like ice melting on you when your walls squeezed his fingers so deliciously, it brought a whole new sensation to your core and made you clench so sweetly as his lips did their job to explore your inner thighs. Was all of this necessary for Jongho to feed on you? No, but it sure as hell made it more fun. The next touch made you shift slightly, almost like your fight or flight was kicking in and your brain was in prey mode. Newer textbooks and scientific journals can do their best to try and describe the feeling of having your skin punctured by a vampire's fangs but they fall short in telling the full story. It starts with a burning sensation and what feels like a fourteen gauge needle breaking your skin but not deep enough to reach muscle quite like a vaccination or implant. Once the initial puncture was complete, his teeth receding to standard k-9s and the blood starting to flow past his slightly puffy lips and coating his tongue, inducing a groan from him that seemed so animalistic yet erotic at the same time…

The work he was doing with his fingers increased in pace as he sensed you tensing up from the likely pain you were starting to feel, adding an extra finger in and curling his digits pressing against that delicate pressure point inside of you that he knew would drive you crazy. Bloody lips pulled themselves away from your thigh. His gaze stabbed daggers into your expressions, watching the mixture of pain and pleasure overtake you as he spoke “That’s it, focus on me, not on your pain…you’re so good for me…” ironic coming from the guy that’s gripping your thigh as if you could float away and your blood painting his chin. Jongho was growing increasingly hungry but this time in a way that blood wouldn’t be able to satiate, he needed another essence of yours…that however, would take time, he didn’t want to have the whole meal right away.

A knot was quickly forming in your lower half, there was no denying that his hands were like a sculptor making his next piece of art. Pleasure washed over you as you unraveled, causing a smug smirk to decorate his mouth and make his features look all that more proud. The bit of your blood staining his lips was just a cherry on top of the overall look he had as you started to sit back up but your body felt so weak from the feeding and the end of your dry spell. “See, wasn’t so bad was it?” He prided himself in the fact that you wernt crying in pain and still managed to look fucked out from his fingers alone, wiping his mouth and helping you sit up and collect yourself. This rush of dizziness but satisfaction was all you could feel as you reached to grab your panties and slip back into them as he settled himself into the couch, watching your every move but also going back to that damn drink menu. Is this how all the interactions always went or was this only for the first one?

“Do I need to sign anything or is there anything else involved?” This was your way of trying to hint to him that you satisfied but also this lingering sense to be around him, almost like you two have bonded… “No but next time don’t wear lotion, it messes with the taste when I need to bite”. That damn smirk was going to be the end of you but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself mentally at the idea there was going to be a next time. Was it already having an affect on you? Only time will tell but one thing was for sure, this wasn’t going to be the last time you stepped behind that curtain. Now to find Kelly and actually get a club experience in before you needed food to replenish-. Hopefully she was done already, but if she wasn’t, you knew where you could turn…

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[mi-rae07]

Hi it's me again 🤭 Hope everything is alright! If you do take requests still and like the idea, I thought about Hongjoong or Jongho neglecting their relationship, like always being out with anyone else and always at work, eventually lashing out at their partner's last desperate attempts to save the relationship and finally realising what they've lost after months? 👀💕

Choi Jongho : Regret (Part 1/2)

Pairing : Choi Jongho (Ateez) and named character (Na Jieun)

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Jieun : jongho? When are you coming home?

Jieun could hear the sounds of party music and people laughing from the other end of the phone, her hands clenching against the couch fabric as she realized her boyfriend was probably at some party. He had time to go to a party but not being with her?

Jongho : jieun why do you keep calling me every 5 minutes asking me the same exact question! I told you I'd be late so just go to sleep.

Jieun : but what time does 'late' mean?

Jongho : oh lord, do whatever you want but please stop calling me.

Before jieun could reply jongho had already cut the call. Jieun sighed, throwing her phone away as she closed her eyes. She missed him, but she supposed he didn't anymore.

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A week ago :

Jieun : jongho I need to talk to you.

Jongho : not now I'm tired.

Jieun : I don't care-

Jongho : for god's sake it's 2 in the morning, jieun. Give me a break.

Jieun : why do you not have time for me anymore?

Jongho turned around, facing jieun with a frown as he asked

Jongho : what?

Jieun : you never have time for me, but you have time to go around with your other celebrity friends. You never have time for me but you have time to sneak around the company with the other members. You never have time for me but you have the time to attend birthday parties and wedding invites, all without me.

Jongho : what exactly are you trying to say?

Jieun stood up, walking up to jongho as she said

Jieun : what I'm saying is, maybe you're embarassed of me.

Jongho scoffed, looking away as he muttered in disbelief

Jongho : this has to be a joke.

Jieun : is that a yes, then?

Jongho : are you stupid, jieun? You think I told my parents and friends that I was dating you because I was embarassed of you? Bought you flowers every week for a year because I missed our one month anniversary because I was embarassed of you? You think I wear your hairband around my wrist every time I go for a function because I'm fucking embarassed of you?

Jieun pressed her lips together as she realized she'd forgotten about all of that. She'd focused on the bad and forgotten about the good, like she almost always did.

Jieun : I'm sorry, I just overthought-

Jongho : no you aren't sorry. Because you'll keep thinking this, you'll keep doubting me and you'll never stop doing it.

Jieun : jongho-

Jongho : all I ever do is work for us, jieun. Every day I go out there, making music and putting it out thinking about you, about our future. I worry for you every day, so I try my best not to give up on this stupid life. And I think, oh when I come back home and see the person I'm doing all this for, she might just give me a kiss and hold me in her arms while I go to sleep. But no, instead you're out here accusing me of being embarrassed about us.

Jieun looked at jongho with teary eyes as he stepped back, his eyes now distant and closed off as he whispered

Jongho : I'm going to sleep, and please, don't come after me.

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Present time :

After that jieun didn't want to escalate things further, so she'd kept quiet as jongho went through the same cycle once again, every day. He'd go before she was awake and would come back very late. When she'd try to talk with him, jongho would say he didn't have the time for it and would leave immediately. Even during holidays jongho was working, always, fucking, working.

Jieun was an orphan, who grew up in an orphanage where she had no friends. Back in school she used to be the quiet shy kid so even there she'd make no friends. Jieun had no idea how she'd found jongho and had fallen in love with him but he was the single best thing in her life. Apart from him she had no one, no life. She was all alone in the world.

And now jongho was so far away from her, even while being so close to her. She wanted to just leave.

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2 weeks later :

Jongho stumbled into his house from how tired he was, looking forward to the week of holidays after this one where he'd get to do…nothing. Jongho let out a tired sigh as he took his shoes off, throwing it away before walking towards the living room. His vision felt dizzy, but he was going to try and find jieun. And soon enough he did, because jieun's voice cut through the dark surrounding, almost scaring jongho

Jieun : finally home?

Jongho : as you can see.

Jieun : I wanted to tell you something, I was waiting for you.

Jongho let out a breath, already feeling even more tired as he muttered

Jongho : not again.

Jieun : don't worry jongho, this will be the last time, I promise.

Jongho frowned as jieun walked closer towards jongho, her eyes glittering against the dim lights as jongho's heart dropped.

Jongho : no why are you-

Jieun : I'm leaving.

Jongho : w-what?

Jieun : why are you so surprised? You should've known your actions would have consequences, jongho. You should've known our relationship was breaking down when I was the only one fighting for us.

Jongho : no, no our relationship hasn't broken down-

Jieun : how would you know, huh? How would you know when you barely even look at me anymore!

Jongho tried holding jieun's hand as he said

Jongho : no listen to me-

Jieun : do you have a proper reason, jongho?

Jongho : jieun I told you before, that I am doing this for our betterment. I'm not going to have enough money to take care of you if I don't work like this.

Jieun : I don't care about money, jongho! I want you.

Jongho scoffed, looking away as he said

Jongho : you're being so selfish.

Jieun : I'm being selfish?

Jongho : yes! You don't go for work, and neither do you cook or clean at home. You're not bringing any money back home, jieun. So all of that burden falls on me, and all I've been trying to do, is fulfill your requirements without even taking a break for myself.

Jieun : so if I cook and clean, are you going to spend more time with me?

Jongho : that is not what I'm saying, jieun. God you don't even seem to understand me!

Jieun : and what about all those parties you attended? Were those for our betterment as well?

Jongho : I do that in order to maintain relationships with them, jieun. I do that so I can make use of their resources in the future!

Jieun scoffed as she muttered

Jieun : you make no sense.

Jongho : I wouldn't to you, you don't know anything about the outside world anyway.

Jieun stared at jongho, trying her best to keep the tears at bay as jongho breathed heavily from all the arguing they'd done.

Jieun : so…so what you're saying is that I'm selfish, I don't bring anything to the table, I'm being immature, unaware, and what, not understanding enough. Is that it?

Jongho : jieun-

Jieun : if you think all of that about me then it means our relationship has already broken down, jongho. This is useless now, and tomorrow morning, I will take my leave.

Jongho stared at jieun as she continued

Jieun : because then you can find someone who'd better suit your standards of living, find someone who's more understanding, mature and can deal with your bullshit. Because I definitely can't anymore.

Saying that jieun walked away, banging the guest room door shut behind her. And the next morning when jongho had woken up, she was already all gone.

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3 weeks later :

Jongho stared blankly into the recording studio computer, his thoughts going back for the nth time that day to jieun. He felt empty, his house felt empty with all her things gone, and his heart felt empty. He missed her, her touches, her voice, her warmth, her presence. He had no idea why he hadn't stopped her from leaving, but he guessed that at that point even if he were to have said something she still would've left him. Their relationship had been too scarred for him to fix it then.

But he still loved her, even though he'd tried drowning his feelings in a thousand bottles of soju, it still hadn't worked. Jongho knew where to find jieun, but did she want to see him? Would she hate him more if she were to find him at her doorstep?

Mingi : yah! Are you listening to me jongho!

Jongho blinked his eyes, coming back to reality as he looked at mingi who was standing right next to his chair with concerned eyes

Mingi : jongho? What did I last say?

Jongho looked at mingi as if he were in a daze before saying

Jongho : uh, what?

Mingi sighed, plopping down on the chair next to jongho before saying

Mingi : what is wrong with you?

Jongho : nothing. I'm just worried about work.

Mingi : work as in Na Jieun?

Jongho : is it that obvious?

Mingi : very. Jongho if you're this worried about her how about you meet with her?

Jongho : I can't, she hates me.

Mingi : did she tell you that?

Jongho : basically.

Mingi rolled his eyes, leaning back against the chair before saying

Mingi : we can't have you like this, jongho. You're not concentrating anymore, and everyone is concerned.

Jongho : I'm sorry I'll try better-

Mingi : that's not what I'm trying to say jongho-ya. I'm saying you need to fix things with her so you can concentrate on work when you can.

Jongho : but that's exactly the reason why she left me, hyung. Because I concentrated too much on work.

Mingi : well if I were to have a partner who gave more importance to their work and other social events over me, I'd leave them too.

Jongho looked up at mingi as he stood up, patting jongho's shoulder before saying

Mingi : learn to balance, jongho. If you can't, then you're just going to have to lead a very miserable life.

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2 days later :

Jongho walked towards the Han river bridge at 2 in the morning, his hands tucked deep inside his coat jacket as his eyes darted around the place aimlessly. He couldn't sleep, and he supposed getting fresh air would work. As he looked at the bridge a few meters away from him jongho suddenly thought of the time jieun had forced jongho to come along with her to this bridge a year ago, wanting to see the new year fireworks with him. Jongho had had a concert that same day and was too tired, but seeing jieun's excitement he couldn't refuse.

And then when jongho had seen jieun's eyes sparkling at every firework that burst in the sky, her giggles as the big clock strung 12, and the butterflies jongho had felt when jieun hugged him and wished him happy new year, it had made all his pain worth it. Jongho couldn't stand the next day, but even then he'd still have chosen to come to the bridge that day.

Now new year was a few months away from him, and he had no jieun to go along with him to the fireworks this time. But as jongho got on the bridge his eyes landed on a figure that was leaning against the railing, having a sip of a convenience store-bought banana milk.

Jongho : jieun?

Jieun quickly turned around at that voice, her eyes growing distant at the sight of her ex-boyfriend in front of her. Of course, looking tired as always.

Jieun : yes.

Jongho : what are you doing here so late?

Jieun : why does it matter to you?

Jongho : because this is dangerous, jieun. Someone could do something to you-

Jieun : look around, jongho, there's people all around us. No one's going to do anything to me. Now leave me alone.

Jongho : I'm sorry.

Jieun said nothing, turning back around to face the water as she took another sip of the banana milk.

Jongho : we could try again, jieun. I could try to be better-

Jieun : I already gave you that chance, jongho. Countless times I did and yet you kept going back to what you were before. I'm not going through this shit again.

Jongho : but we love each other, jieun-ah. Isn't this what we do?

Jieun scoffed, shaking her head as she said

Jieun : that is old news, jongho. We don't love each other anymore.

Jongho : I do.

Jieun : well then it's too late.

Jieun threw the empty banana milk carton to the trash before saying

Jieun : because I don't.

Jieun turned around as she gave jongho one last look before walking past him. And jongho could only stare at her disappearing figure, small tears in his eyes. He was right after all, she didn’t love him anymore.

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Jieun came back home the next evening after a day of work at the city corporation where she'd worked before jongho, feeling like she wanted to just lie somewhere on the floor in her apartment and sleep. But just as she was about to walk past the security gate a man rushed up to her with a boquet of flowers, making jieun frown as she asked

Jieun : ahjussi?

??? : this is for you, jieun-shi. A handsome young man came by a few hours ago and asked me to give it to you when you came back.

Jieun let out a breath, realizing it was from jongho. Jieun smiled and took the flowers from the security before saying

Jieun : thank you so much, ahjussi.

Just as she was about to leave the security said

??? : the young man seems to be very much in love with you, miss. I had a lady too, once. The look in his eyes are the same as what I'd seen in my own decades ago. Love is pure, and eternal. Please don't give up on it.

Jieun smiled, taking a single flower out from the boquet before handing it out to the security as she said

Jieun : I'm sure she loved you as much as you loved her, ahjussi. And I'm sure she always will.

The security smiled, tears in his eyes as he took the flower from jieun's hand before whispering

??? : thank you, miss.

Jieun smiled, giving a small bow to the security before walking away. She looked at the boquet of flowers filled with blue roses and baby's breath, her favorite flowers. There was also a small note inside that read

"I'm sorry, I love you"

Jieun sighed, taking her phone out as she quickly texted jongho

Jieun : don't send me flowers again.

Jongho : no.

Jieun : what?

Jongho : I'm going to keep sending you flowers, jieun.

Jieun : I'll throw it away, in that case.

Jongho : then throw them away, that's not going to stop me anyway.

Jieun let out a groan, throwing her phone back into her bag as she stepped into the lift. Jieun knew there was no point in telling jongho, he wouldn't stop.

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3 weeks later :

Seonghwa : jongho-ya?

Jongho looked up from his computer, his eyes falling onto a worried looking seonghwa as he said

Jongho : yes?

Seonghwa : the CEO wants to talk to you.

Jongho frowned, standing up as he said

Jongho : is something wrong?

Seonghwa : I think so?

Jongho sighed, nodding his head as he walked towards the CEO's room. As soon as he entered the man's eyes sharpened, motioning jongho to sit down on the sofa.

Jongho : is something wrong, sir?

??? : it's been a month, jongho. A month since you've been slacking on work. You're not the same as before, the dance tutors told me that you barely even attend classes anymore, and when I asked the producers they haven't gotten any new work from you either. And then I asked your manager, but he said you haven't had any promo shoots lately as well. So if not any of these, choi jongho, what else are you doing?

Jongho sighed, already having known he would have to face this someday soon. Between trying to make up to jieun by sending her gifts and flowers everyday, and trying to drown his feelings for her jongho had forgotten about work.

Jongho : I'm sorry, sir. I've just been a bit distracted-

??? : except we can't afford that from you, jongho. You're an idol for god's sake, start acting like it. The world tour is going to be scheduled next year and the group album is going to come out within due time. It's high time you start getting to work, or I'm afraid things are not going to end well for you.

Jongho nodded, his hands clenching against his shirt fabric as he said

Jongho : I'll get back to usual, sir, this won't happen again.

??? : it better not.

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Jongho stumbled into the 8th floor of jieun's apartment, half drunk. He already knew jieun wouldn't let him in, but even then, he wanted to see her. He had had a bad day, and all he wanted was to see her face just once, or even hear her voice. Otherwise he was afraid he wouldn't be able to go any longer.

Jongho rang the doorbell of jieun's apartment, the door opening just slightly a few minutes later as jieun's sharp voice cut through the air

Jieun : what are you doing here?

Jongho smiled, leaning against the wall as he whispered

Jongho : I missed your voice, eunnie.

By the use of that nickname jieun had known jongho was drunk, and a drunk jongho was a vulnerable one. Jieun let out a breath as she said

Jieun : did you seriously have to get drunk like this? Couldn't you ask your manager to take you back home after you had alcohol, jongho?

Jongho : I am home, eunnie. You are my home, where else would I be.

Jieun closed her eyes, opening the door wider as jongho fell right into her arms, almost knocking her off of her feet.

Jieun : god you're heavy.

Jongho smiled as jieun closed the door behind them, dragging jongho's half-limp body to the couch before laying him down on it. Jongho stared up at jieun with heart eyes as she removed his shoes, keeping them away before putting his legs properly onto the couch.

Jieun : this is just for one night, because it's too late and I can't drive you back home and you're too drunk to be outside. Leave first thing tomorrow morning, you get me?

Jongho : you're being so cruel, jieun-ie. Do you really have to do this to me?

Jieun : you did this to yourself, jongho.

Jongho let out a shaky breath, holding his hand out for jieun to hold as he whispered

Jongho : won't you at least hold me?

Jieun looked at jongho's hand, not having it in her to hold it. Jongho inhaled shakily, small tears in his eyes as he said

Jongho : I missed you, jieun-ah. I missed you so much and I regret not having gone after you.

Jieun : and you realized that only after I left you, jongho?

Jongho lowered his hand back down, staring at jieun with hurt eyes as she sighed, throwing a blanket over jongho before saying

Jieun : I don't want to see you again like this, so don't let it happen.

Saying that jieun quickly walked away, tears in her own eyes. Jongho shut his eyes tightly as he felt jieun close the door behind her, tears streaming down his own cheeks as he mumbled

Jongho : but I love you.

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get close to me (c.jh) ~ kinktober week two

summary: you're pretty sure he hates you. and you know you hate him, until a night out turns upside down.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. happy kinktober week two!! i'm so grateful for the positive response my first fic of the month received, and i hope you all like this one as well! it's my first time writing jongho like this, so i hope you feel like i captured him well! happy reading x

warnings: non idol!jongho, fem!reader, other members present or mentioned, public sex, exhibitionism, low key enemies to lovers, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), quickies, idiots talking past each other so much until they just have to make out. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: jongho x reader

genre: smut smut smut

word count: 8.9K

my masterlist || read it on AO3!

At the bar your night starts fine, cocktails in thin little glasses with perfect curls of fruit that cost too much but taste just right. It’s payday, the Friday night ahead of you is long and the hangover tomorrow is already promising to be longer if you keep up this pace. You’re on your third drink, and desperate to find a dance floor when the night turns to shit. 

You always find it hard to say no to Nari, so when she knocks back a shot of soju and tells you and Jisoo that her boyfriend and his friends are just down the road at karaoke and you should all go, you say yes. Before she picked up her phone, it really was all going perfectly. 

“Come on,” Nari whines, tugging on your arm and dragging you towards the door as you toss the leather billfold back onto the bar, “you love Sannie, I know you do.” 

Choi San is not the problem, he’s not the Choi you take issue with. 

“Please,” Jisoo rolls her eyes, cutting into the middle of your attempt to communicate very sternly with your eyes to Nari that you don’t want to go. Jisoo hangs off your shoulder as you make it out into the street, “I want to go,” 

“You just want to flirt with all of San’s friends again.” You roll your eyes. 

“No,” Jisoo corrects, “I want to flirt with Mingi,” 

“Right,” You nudge her playfully with your shoulder, “of course, how could I forget.” 

Jisoo’s nose scrunches up at your words, “Stop, I really like him,” 

“Last month you came home singing someone else’s praises,” You smirk, letting Nari lead you both down the road, “which one was it?” 

“Seonghwa,” She sighs, “and I mean, he’s great, look at him for God’s sake.” 

Nari lets out a sharp laugh, “Seonghwa likes this girl at his work,” 

“That’s beside the point,” Jisoo shakes her head, “no, I actually talked to Mingi last time. He’s kind of quiet sometimes but, I don’t know, I thought we hit it off a little.” 

“Oh,” You twist to look at her face, “you’re serious?” 

Jisoo, the historically bold flirt, seems to wilt a little under your direct gaze and shrugs, “I like him, okay?” 

“Shit,” You stop dead, shrugging of her arm and sighing heavily, “you’re going to give me those eyes until I agree to wing woman you, aren’t you?” 

“No,” Jisoo trails off, “but you know, you could just strike up a conversation.” 

“And then leave?” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“Exactly!” She claps her hands. 

“I can’t believe you,” You sigh, “you can talk to every guy except this one?” 

“He’s smart,” Jisoo chews her lip, “I always feel like I don’t know what to say.” 

“Guys,” Nari groans, “are we going or not?” 

Jisoo’s eyes soften, a pleading puppy pout, and you throw up your hands, “Let’s go and let’s sing our fucking hearts out.” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Jisoo throws her arms around you again, and you tug her along. 

“You owe me,” You pat her arm, but you can’t help but smile at her.

Nari looks elated at the prospect of seeing her boyfriend, still in the glowy honeymoon period of the first year, but she is right, you do like San. Out of any guy she’s dated, he’s far and away the best one and looks at Nari like she’s something to be treasured. You may not love all his friends, but he gets a pass for treating her so right. 

At the karaoke bar, San meets you out front with a grin and a little haze of alcohol in his eyes, pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss. 

“We made it,” Nari grins, “are you ready to be wowed, baby?” 

“Always, jagi,” San cups her cheek, and you would roll your eyes at how tooth-rottingly sweet it all is except you know he means it. 

“Let’s do this,” You cut in, shaking Jisoo off. 

“Hey y/n,” San gives you a grin, “Jisoo, you both look great,” 

“Thank you, San,” Jisoo smiles, “now tell me who’s here,” 

“Who are you looking for?” San narrows his eyes as he pulls open the door for you. 

“Nobody,” She answers immediately. 

“Mingi,” You tell him. 

“Hey!” Jisoo slaps your arm, “Not cool,” 

“If anyone is going to help besides me, it’s San,” You point out. 

San laughs, sharp and with a shake of his head, “I’m staying out of this one,” 

“Good idea,” Nari leans into him. 

San directs you all towards one of the large, private rooms and opens the door, the sound of a packed room immediately greeting you. Your stomach is tense and full of knots, but you follow him in. 

For a minute, you think he isn’t here and your shoulders relax immediately. You scan the dark karaoke room and when you find Choi Jongho missing, the night starts to seem a bit brighter.

“Alright, let’s go,” You pull Jisoo by the hand and slot yourselves deftly between Mingi and Yunho as all the guys greet you and offer drinks. Wooyoung is mid-song, so you keep quiet but say your hellos and tune into the performance.  

When he finishes with a flourish and there’s a brief break in performances, you nudge Mingi and turn to him, feeling Jisoo paying close attention at your side, “Mingi,” you get his attention, “how’s the album?” 

“Ah!” His smile goes wide, “It’s great! Finally almost there,” 

“Are you still keeping it locked away or can someone other than Yunho and Hongjoong hear it?” You tease him a little. 

Mingi laughs, “No, no, I think it’s just about ready,” 

“Hmm,” You smile, “because Jisoo was telling me,” 

Light spills into the room from outside when someone opens the door and you know who it is before you can even turn your head, your words dying in your throat. 

“Where’s the music?” Jongho says, “I left for five minutes,” 

You turn to look and your jaw tightens. He looks crisp and clean like he always does, well fitting trousers and a perfectly cut jacket to fit his broad shoulders. As always, he says hello to the room but doesn’t spare a single glance in your direction. 

“You were saying something about Jisoo?” Mingi’s voice drags you back. 

“Oh!” You nod, now acutely aware of how Jisoo’s hand is tight on your leg, “Right, I was saying that she was just telling me she really wants to hear your music.” 

“You do?” Mingi’s eyes dart to Jisoo’s, and you’re immediately forgotten. 

“Yeah,” She grins next to you, “I’d love to hear your work,”

It’s easy now that the ice is broken to step away, and you slip out from between them under the guise of grabbing a drink from the table. You collapse next to Nari, who’s watching San, Wooyoung, and Jongho flip through the catalog of karaoke music. 

“Get ready,” You elbow Nari and gesture towards Jisoo and Mingi, who have slid together easily like you were never there, “he’s definitely into her.” 

“Oh boy,” Nari grimaces, “they’ll be a pair.” 

“If they don’t kill each other,” You note. 

“If they don’t kill each other.” She nods, taking a swift swig of her beer. 

Music starts, and the attention breaks, everyone shifting around with renewed drinks to see what’s next. Jongho takes the hand mic from San and your teeth lock together. A deep ballad begins, a love song from the late nineties you haven’t heard since your parents used to play it when you were young. 

His voice is perfect, which you already know, but it still annoys you every time nonetheless, every honeyed saranghe twisting the knot tighter inside you. 

San claps when Jongho begins really singing, a deep supportive shout, “Choi Jongho!” The rest of the boys respond to the call, various hype noises and cheers. 

Karaoke is supposed to be fun, and in your opinion everyone should be pretty bad at singing to even the playing field. If you’re as good of a singer as Jongho you’re not supposed to belt it out, you’re supposed to sheepishly agree to take the mic and then do something comedic instead. You’re not supposed to look handsome and talented at karaoke, that’s just not the point. 

You knock back a shot of soju, and as the energy in the room racks up higher, he gets more theatrical, turning towards Nari first and taking her hand, singing to her like she’s his great long lost love. San dies laughing at the joke, and Nari plays along, feigning a swoon. As he moves into the second chorus, he crosses the room and sweeps Jisoo up, spinning her with ease like a ballroom dancer until he guides her back to the arm of the sofa by Mingi. 

You watch as Jisoo stumbles a little, and Mingi braces her easily with one hand on her back and the other catching her hand. If Jongho were a little less self involved, you might interpret that as an intentional maneuver to get Mingi and Jisoo closer. 

You reach for another drink and when he turns to you, extending out a hand and gesturing you towards him, you have the sudden urge to slap him. He’s ignored you for months, so casual and cold, always looking past your eyes to meet one of his friends instead. Embarrassed anger curls in your belly and you wave him off with a tight smile. Jongho’s eyes narrow for just a moment, beckoning you, and you look away. You don’t look up as he drags Wooyoung away from Yeosang’s side to spin him around, still singing passionately and with fervor. 

You keep your eyes down, nervous energy flickering under your skin and you bounce your leg as you wait out the end of the song. When he’s done, everyone claps, and so do you, but you keep your eyes away and breath steady through your nose. You really don’t know why he dislikes you so much, but ever since the beginning it’s been palpable. The way he usually avoids your eyes, talks past you and not to you, always finds something to study on his phone instead of participating with you. The way he sang to you feels like a painful dig. If he hates you so much, you can hate him right back. 

The night continues, Mingi singing a ballad, and San and Yunho taking a duet. You do your best to be present, and to ignore the way you feel like eyes are boring into you. When Jisoo finally exclaims that what the night needs is dancing, you jump on it, desperate to get out of this tiny room. 

In the club you can finally relax, let yourself slip into the crowd and just focus on the music. Nari and San latch onto each other immediately, and you watch as Mingi tugs Jisoo out onto the dance floor too, using the crowded floor as an excuse to sidle close to her back and wrap his arms around her. The other boys move for drinks, spreading out to find dance partners of their own, and you do the same. 

Sinking into the crowd, you move to the music. 

When a hand coasts up your hip, settling on your waist, you turn your head and find an unfamiliar stranger. He’s a bit taller than you, good looking and well dressed, and it catches you completely off guard. 

“Alone?” The man asks, and normally you’d say no. Normally you’d walk away and find your friends, but the tense knot of irritation in your chest changes your mind. 

“Maybe,” You smile. 

“Need a dance partner?” He steps a little closer, the heat of his chest on the bare skin of your back where your dress parts open. 

“Maybe,” You repeat. 

He presses against you, his hand sliding further to cup your hip fully and he drops his lips to your ear, “Need a drink, beautiful?” 

“That I do need,” You nod. 

“I’ll be right back then,” He steps back, “what’s your drink?” 

He’s cute enough and charming enough, but there’s not a chance in hell you’re letting any man you just met get you a drink from the bar. You shake your head and smile, “I got it, what’s yours?” 

He smiles, appreciative, his eyes flicking over you, “Vodka soda,” 

“Got it,” You keep it light, flirty. 

“Here,” He reaches into his jacket pocket for his wallet and you wave him off. 

“I got it,” You assure him, “just don’t run off.” 

“Definitely not,” His lip quirks into a smile, “I’ll get the next one.” 

“Deal,” 

You can feel the way he watches you walk away, and for a minute you thank yourself for wearing this dress. Champagne and satin, the front dipping into a cowl, and the rest of it clinging to your curves in just the right ways. Nari and Jisoo had practically forced you into buying it, but now that you’re here you’re grateful for it. 

You squeeze through the crowd towards the bar, trying to locate the right little gap to push yourself through and catch the attention of the bartender. There’s a gap between two groups, tight, but it’ll do and you turn yourself sideways to fit as best you can between them. 

The bartender who catches your eye holds up a hand, gesturing for your order as they tip a cocktail shaker back. 

“Vodka soda and a gin and tonic,” You order, raising your voice up for the bartender to hear you over the group of loud men to your right. 

The bartender nods, shouts out your total, and rushes to the other side of the bar. You turn, still squished between bodies, and fish through your purse for the cash you have tucked into the side. 

“Do you know him?” His voice startles you and you jump, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jongho presses closer so you can hear him more clearly over the loudness of the club. 

“What?” Your head snaps up. 

“The guy you were dancing with,” Jongho clarifies, “do you know him?” 

“Not really,” You shake your head, quickly counting bills and snapping your purse closed, “why?” 

“You looked close,” He observes, and it’s a little startling all of a sudden how long he’s been holding your eye contact. 

A little angry flame sparks inside you, “So?” you bite back. 

“I’m just checking on you,” He leans in, “you had a couple of drinks at kareoke,” 

“You’re checking in on me?” You can’t even hide the irritated incredulity in your tone, “Why?” 

“Hey!” The bartender behind you catches your attention, repeating your total again and you twist away from Jongho to reach over and pass off the bills. 

You’re mid-lift of the drinks on the bar when the man to your right stumbles back with a laugh, knocking directly into your hands. The drinks tip instantly, over half of each of them spilling directly down your front. The icy cold hits you abruptly and you yelp in surprise, “Hey! Come on!” 

The man barely glances back, and you’re left with nothing but two nearly empty glasses and an incredibly wet front. You drop the glasses back on the bar and reach for a small stack of cocktail napkins but from the sopping wet feeling of the fabric you know it’s fully unsalvageable. 

Jongho jumps forward quickly, and you don’t know what he’s doing at first, but he steps close and stands tall, perfectly square with your front, and he tucks you into him. “Here,” He shrugs his blazer off and drops it around your shoulders, “don’t worry.” 

As he pulls the blazer over you, you look down and blush scarlet. The dress that was already thin and revealing is now relatively see through, and the cold snap of ice down your chest has your nipples standing hard at attention. “Oh my god,” You tug his jacket closed around you even though you haven’t even put your arms through the sleeves, “this is just perfect.” 

“Here,” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, “there’s a restroom near the back sidewall,” 

“Thanks,” You manage, the feeling of his hand on your shoulder heavy and warm. 

“It’s fine,” He assures, and you’ve never heard his voice so soft in tone, not an ounce of teasing. 

Jongho stretches out his other arm to make a barrier, pushing through the tight throng of people and keeping you tucked into his side. He walks with purpose, knowing exactly the most efficient route through and around to get you towards the back restrooms. 

“Here,” He says as you make it out of the thickest part of people packed together, “they’re just there,” 

You follow the direction of his hand, and you duck out from under his arm to rush forwards, pushing through the door of the restroom. It’s blissfully empty, and you lock the door behind you and shrug off Jongho’s jacket with a heavy sigh so you can assess the damage. 

It’s most definitely worse than you even thought a moment ago. Once you see yourself in the wide mirror above the sinks, your blush darkens and you clap a hand over your mouth. The fabric clings to every inch of you, all the way down your front, and you can clearly see the dark shadow of your areolas and even make out the lines of your panties where the dress sticks to your hips. 

Checking the door once more to ensure that it is locked and you won’t be interrupted, you pull your dress up over your head and ring it out into the sink, getting as much of the liquid out as possible. Once the fabric is mostly just damp to the touch, you situate yourself in front of the warm hand dryer and do your best. All you can think about while the warm air passes over the fabric is how Jongho had seen you. 

It’s embarrassing to say the least, but the way he stepped close to you and kept you from view flickers through your mind. His hand anchored on your lower back to pull you into him until he figured out what to do and gave you his jacket. You’ve never heard his voice so gentle, or felt his touch like that before. 

It takes time for the dress to dry, but eventually it’s a little less obviously soaked and just a little damp to the touch, like taking clothes out of the dryer too early. You slip the dress back on, and while it isn’t completely back to normal, it’s less see through. You pull Jonho’s jacket back on and make sure it’s covering the parts of you that are still a little exposed. 

When you pull the door open, you don’t expect to see him still here. Jongho leans against the opposite wall, scrolling on his phone, but when he hears the sound of the door his head snaps up. 

“Any better?” He asks, realizing you’re still wearing his jacket. 

“A little,” You nod, “but not great. Do you mind if I hang onto your jacket for a little longer?” 

He shakes his head, “Keep it,” 

“Thanks,” You chew the inside of your lip, not sure where to go from here, especially now that he’s being so nice to you. 

“Do you want to go back out there? Get another drink?” He asks, glancing over to the dance floor. 

“Um,” You honestly can’t think of anything worse at the moment, the tone of the night is completely different now, “not really.” 

“Should I take you home?” He offers, taking another step closer. 

“You don’t have to do that,” You assure him, “I can just wait a bit for Nari and Jisoo to tire themselves out. I just don’t know that I’m up for dancing now,” 

He swallows, tight and a little nervous looking, but finally he sighs and says, “I know a spot that’s a little more quiet if you want?” 

“Oh,” You follow the glance of his eyes towards the end of the hall past the restrooms, “sure, I guess that beats sitting at the bar.” 

He smiles, wide, his eyes crinkling up and you’re a little struck. He’s never smiled at you like that, only his friends, and you suddenly have no idea what he’s thinking. “Come this way,” He gestures for you to follow, and you do. 

He leads you down the dim hall, until you reach a metal staircase cordoned off with a velvet rope, a sign hanging over the front that reads Employees Only. He unclips it with ease, “They haven’t re-opened the top floor since quarantine ended,” he explains, “I don’t think they have the headcount to maintain it, and no one really checks.” 

“How do you even know this is here?” You hesitate by the foot of the stairs. 

“I used to come here years ago, it was the VIP section.” He says simply, like that’s all the information you need. 

Your eyes widen, “VIP?” 

“You know how Wooyoung makes friends with everyone?” He gestures for you to fill in the blanks. 

“Got it,” You smile, glancing up the steps, “but are you sure we won’t get in trouble?” 

“I wouldn’t put you in trouble,” Jongho waves you up, “but if we stand here long enough someone’s bound to see us.” 

“Right,” You jog forwards and up the steps, Jongho chuckling behind you as he secures the no entry rope and follows you up the steps. 

When you finally hit the landing, you can see why he brought you up here. The landing is long and wide, a full balcony overlooking the club but somewhat quieter and divorced from the bustle below. The lights are dim, probably intentionally kept low since the floor isn’t being used, and rows of long, plush couches and tables line the wall opposite to the railing. 

“Nice, right?” He says, drawing you further into the space. 

“Definitely,” You agree. 

Silence hangs between you, and while Jongho approaches the railing, you keep a bit of distance and sit on one of the couches, watching him as he checks down over the railing and the people below. You’re still cold, especially up here without the warm crush of bodies, and you tuck Jongho’s jacket around you a little more tightly. 

“Is your dress ruined?” Jongho asks, his voice still soft as he takes a seat next to you, leaving several inches between you. 

“No,” You tell him, “I can get it cleaned, I think.” 

“That’s good,” He smiles a little, “it looks very good on you.” 

Your stomach flips at his words, “Thanks,” 

“Are you cold?” He asks. 

The words slip out before you can stop them, “Why are you being so nice to me right now?” 

His brow furrows, “I’m always nice?” 

“You’re never nice.” 

“What?” His mouth drops, “You’re the one who’s never nice.” 

“That’s only because you clearly don’t like me.” You state it simply, like a fact.

“I like you,” He responds. 

Confusion floods you, a curl of anger deep inside you, “You never talk to me.” 

“We’re talking right now,” He counters, an unexpected edge to his voice as he meets your level of tension. 

“No,” You shake your head, pushing yourself up off the couch to step away from him, “you talk to people around me. You don’t look at me. You don’t say hi to me, you don’t smile at me, you don’t joke around with me, you basically treat me like I don’t exist.” 

“y/n,” His voice is soft, if a little shaky. 

“That’s fine,” You press on, “if you and I don’t get along, that’s fine. We can see each other from time to time with friends and you can do your thing and I’ll do mine, but please don’t lie to me and make this awkward. I appreciate you helping me out tonight, you’re a decent guy, but,” 

His face scrunches at your words and he stands, “A decent guy,” He shakes his head, “y/n, you’ve got this all wrong.” 

“Sure I do,” You sigh, “It’s really not worth it, Jongho, honestly. Maybe I should just get a cab,” 

“No,” He grabs your hand as you move to walk towards the stairs again, “no, please wait.” 

“What?” You turn on your heel, exasperated.

“God,” He rolls his eyes, “can you just listen for two seconds?” 

“I’m leaving,” You pull your hand out of his grip and shrug off his jacket, tossing it to him and turning again, not even waiting to see if he caught it. 

As you hit the top stair his words stop you, “I do like you, I don’t know how to talk to you.” 

You look back at him, frozen, jacket hanging from his fingertips and a stricken expression on his face. You step back up and hold his gaze, “What does that mean?” 

“It means I like you,” Jongho repeats, swallowing hard, “a lot. But you’re loud, and you’re opinionated, and you're very protective of your friends, and I just didn’t know how to talk to you.” 

“I’m loud?” You ask evenly, “You like me but I’m too much, is that it?” 

“That came out wrong,” He admits, tossing his jacket back on the couch and running a hand over his face, “listen, please,” 

“I’m listening now,” You tell him, but you keep your hand on the railing of the stairs, ready to dash down them at any moment. 

“You haven’t let a single one of us near you,” Jongho presses, “San and Nari have been dating for months, I don’t know if any of us even have your phone number.” 

Your stomach twists up at his words, and you cross your arms over your chest, “I don’t know what that has to do with you being an asshole to me,” 

“You’re hard to get close to,” He says, taking another step or two forwards, but making sure he doesn't rush you away, “at least for me. That doesn’t mean I don’t like you, or wouldn’t like to try.” 

“I thought you hated me,” You press again. 

“I’m sorry for that,” He says immediately, his face softening, “I know I can be cold sometimes.” 

“Well,” You were waiting for him to say but, for him to shrug things off, but he’s right. He can be cold, you know that all too well. 

“It takes me a long time to warm up to people,” He admits, “but I liked you when I met you. I just didn’t know what to say to you, and then I thought it was you who didn’t like me very much.” 

“So, this is my fault?” Your hand slips off the railing. 

“No!” He insists, frustrated now, “I’m sorry,” He repeats. 

Something he said a moment ago is stuck inside you, like a thorn or a bad song, and you take a step towards him, “I’m not hard to get close to.” 

“Harder than you think,” Jongho says, his jaw setting hard. 

“If you had just talked to me, or looked at me for a single second,” You step close, getting into his space and looking up at him, “but I think you judged me.” 

“And you didn’t judge me?” Jongho scoffs, “I heard you.” 

“Heard me when?” 

“What was the word you used?” Jongho’s angry now, a moment ago apologetic and ready to let it all be water under the bridge, and he steps toe to toe with you, “Self aggrandizing.”

You remember the moment, a few months ago on the balcony of San’s apartment while you talked to Jisoo. You had thought he didn’t hear you, but as usual, you’re wrong. There’s no turning back now though, while you’re getting it all off your chest, “Well maybe you are.” 

“And you’re not hard to get close to,” He shakes his head. 

“Why are we even talking anymore?” You bite, “This clearly isn’t helping.” You push away from him, but his strong hand closes over your forearm and pulls you back into his chest.

Jongho catches your jaw with his hand, and pulls you up to secure his mouth to yours. You’re stifling - his mouth hot and your body pressed tight against his now as he stumbles back with you in his hands, kissing you hungrily all the while. Your brain stays frozen, but when he groans softly against your lips and tightens his hand on your hip you crumble into him. 

Something else takes over your brain, someone that isn’t you. There’s no world in which you would be kissing Choi Jongho and loving it, but you do, and you are. You lock your hands behind his neck and meet his kisses, his tongue probing yours and you moan sharply when your back connects with the supporting beam behind you. 

Jongho’s fingers slide up your back, dipping under the strap of your dress, his mouth moving down your jaw and his breath warm down your throat. 

You gasp as he leans further into you, “I thought you were mad at me,” 

“Oh, I am,” He says between kisses down your neck, “but you’re fucking killing me tonight,” 

A hot strike of need lances down your body and you grip onto his shoulders as he sucks on your pulsepoint, “Tonight?” 

“Always,” He says, “but this dress?” 

“Fuck,” Your eyes slip closed as he works his way back up to your lips. 

“And you looked so fucking gorgeous giving me hell,” He says, diving back to your mouth. 

“What is happening?” You mumble against him. 

He breaks the kiss with a sigh, and his forehead leans on yours as he catches his breath. His thumb strokes across your neck where he holds you and finally he says, “I said I do like you,” 

“Oh,” Your voice is small. 

“I don’t know how to talk to you,” He reiterates, “because every time I look at you and even think about opening my mouth I want to tell you how insane you make me.” 

“You what?” 

His hands hold you close, and you watch his eyes slip closed, “You make me crazy,” he admits, “every time I see you I want to drag you off somewhere and fuck you until you can’t walk,” 

Your breath hitches at his words, a rush of warmth through your belly at the thought. “That’s why you couldn’t talk to me?” 

“This is the first conversation we’ve ever properly had,” He chuckles, “and listen to me.” 

“Oh,” 

“Every time you talk to my friends or some guy in a bar,” His hands tighten on you. 

Your body moves before your brain, but when his mouth is back on yours, and you pull him closer, it all feels right. “Don’t stop,” You pant against his mouth between kisses. 

“Come here,” He dips, reaching down and hoisting you up in one fluid motion, keeping your back pinned on the wall and settling your legs around his waist. You whine at the sudden press of his body between your legs, your dress ruched up around your hips. “Fuck,” He sighs, “I knew you would sound so pretty,” 

Your brain is dizzy, foggy and light and you cling onto him, one hand popping the topmost button on his shirt. “Jongho,” You groan, and he presses further against you, his hard cock now nestled tight against your clit. 

“Do you want me?” He says in your ear between kisses, “Or should we stop?” 

“More,” You nod, your head falling back to the wall. 

“Are you sure?” His hand presses up under your dress and cups your backside. 

Your hips jerk, rocking against him and he groans, but you pant out, “Yes, fuck,” 

“You’re mine, then,” He kisses you fast, and then drops you back down to your feet, not even giving you a second to realize what’s coming next. He turns you with ease, and crowds you forwards against the railing, his lips trailing over your neck again and his hands roaming over your body. 

Twenty minutes ago, you really thought you hated him. You were so sure you had him pinned - every little smug thing about him from the way his lip twitches whenever you say anything to the way he crosses his legs and rests his hands on his knee. The way he’s too smart, reads too much, sings too well when all you’re doing is going out for some drunk karaoke on a Saturday night. Twenty minutes ago before he had your legs around his waist, you were pretty sure you’d never, ever let him touch you. 

But being sure and being where you are now, are two very different things. 

His body presses up against yours, pinning you into the balcony railing, and you’re grateful it’s dark up here because if it wasn’t you’re pretty sure everyone below you would be able to see. Your breathing tightens as he slides his hands over your bare hips, flipping the back of your dress up to give him the access he needs. 

“Jongo,” Your voice is breathy and hushed when he cups the curve of your ass in his warm hand, “god, what are we doing?” 

“Fucking,” His laps latch onto your bare shoulder, one hand spreading wide over your stomach, “I thought that was clear.” 

“Oh my god,” Your body trembles, deep anticipation running through you and now that he’s touching you, you hope he never stops. 

“Changing your mind?” His hands still and he lifts his lips. 

“What?” You turn your head towards him, slivers of his face light up with every pulsing color that illuminates the dark club. 

“What, what?” He locks eyes with you. 

“If you want to fuck me, you should just fuck me.” You can’t help but push his buttons, the fight between you fully unfinished. 

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, that look you just hate, hated, a feeling you can’t quite work out now that his hot hands are on you. His fingers hook into the top of your thong and he tugs down, pushing them down so they fall to catch around your ankles. “Be quiet,” He murmurs, and you feel him unbuttoning his trousers behind you, the zipper pulling along the soft flesh of your ass. 

He chuckles when you jump in his arms at the cool sensation of the metal, and he repositions himself just far enough so he can slip a hand behind you. 

Your core tenses as he maneuvers you with ease, and he drags his hand over the swell of your backside until he reaches under, his middle finger sinking into your folds with expert direction. 

“Cute,” He kisses your shoulder tenderly, a stark contrast to his teasing tone, “is this all for me?” 

“Shut up,” You groan, but you slide your stance a little wider for him. 

“Mm,” He kisses across your shoulders, rocking his hand back and forth, “not yet,” 

“Jongho,” You gasp as he presses down on your clit, “we don’t have a lot of time, they’ll notice we’re gone,” 

“So?” He murmurs. 

“What if they look for us?” Your hands tighten on the railing as pleasure bubbles inside you. 

“No one’s going to come up here,” He assures you. 

“What if they can see us?” You lean back into his touch, your hips jerking into his hand. 

“So let them see,” He pushes your legs open wider, “now stop worrying and let me fuck you,” 

Your core flutters and spasms, and you grip onto the railing as you watch the crowd below. Were you friends there somewhere or did they go home? If they glance up at the balcony would they see you? How much would they see? Do you even care?

“Please,” You push yourself back into him, throwing caution out the window and arching your back. 

“Perfect,” He sighs, and you’re about to protest when his fingers slip away from your clit, but when his hands lock down on your hips and you feel his tongue sink between your folds, dipping deep into your aching entrance you shudder a groan and drop your head. 

He’s on his knees now between your legs, holding you open wide and tilted up so he can lap strong stripes up the length of you. 

You moan, tight, losing control as Jongho delivers a strong suck to your clit and you feel a puff of warm air as he sighs into you. He lifts his mouth to murmur, “You taste like heaven,” 

You grip the railing, leaning over it now and losing control, your eyes unfocused and only seeing the wash of colorful lights, his tongue lapping at you as the music thrums through your chest. You didn’t know he could be like this at all, always seeming so buttoned up he was almost prudish, but you’ve never been so happy to be wrong. 

Jongho separates your folds with his index and middle fingers, his opposite hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass, and he picks up the pace, working you with strong flicks and sucks so expertly that you can’t quite believe who you have between your legs. 

“Jongho,” You gasp, dropping your head to your forearms, “please, please,” 

Your body grows hotter, tense curls of pleasure bubbling up in your core and you bite down on your forearm to keep from crying out as he feels you start to shake and doubles down. His hand on your ass grips tight, and when his tongue passes over your clit in just the right way and he feels you jerk, he circles his tongue back on the spot and sucks hard. 

Heat floods your chests, and with your free arm you reach back and grip his hand where he holds you, silently begging him not to change a thing. With just a little more, you’ll be putty in his hands. Jongho doesn’t falter, listening to your steady pants and whines, and when he presses closer your body snaps apart for him. Your knees buckle in and you hang onto the railing for support as you come hard and shaking, your dress slipping back down over your ass as you ride it out. 

Behind you, Jongho quickly fishes a condom out of the inside pocket of his jacket and hurries back to you. As your breathing evens out, he lifts your hips and brings your legs back up so that you’re back in an almost ninety degree position, presented and ready for him. 

“Fuck,” He sighs as he pushes your dress back up and caresses your hips, “you’re so beautiful,” 

His voice is warm and low, and he drags his hand up and down your back. You’re pretty sure you’ll start to melt if he doesn’t touch you again and you push up to hold the railing and turn your head towards him, “Jongho,” 

“Hmm?” He looks up from your body and meets your eyes. 

“Touch me,” You push your hips back into him, the head of his cock bumping you, “fuck me,” 

He licks his lips and swallows hard, shifting his hands to hold your hips firmly, “Come up a little,” he says, stepping close and you groan as his cock passes over your folds. 

You’re already in heels, but his hips are still a little higher than yours, so you press up on your tiptoes, heels rising out of your shoes and leaving your leaning most of your weight on the railing. The adjustment leaves you in the perfect spot, and he settles himself between your legs, guiding his cock to your wet entrance. 

“Fuck,” he breathes as he presses himself forwards, slowly sinking his cock inside you, “y/n,” 

Your mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you perfectly and filling you just right. “Oh my god,” Your head hangs down as you focus on the feeling. 

You can feel that he started off with control, but the deeper inside you he moves, the tighter his hands get on your hips and you can hear a groan on his lips. With a sharp jut of his hips he thrusts deeply inside you now, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. 

“You’re so,” Jongho pants, picking up the pace of his thrusts and surging in and out of your tight channel with every rolling rock of his hips, “y/n,” 

His hips connect with yours in time with the thrumming bass and you grip down hard on the railing, hands shaking and body aching as you try to hold yourself up for him. “Harder,” you beg him, “more,” 

Jongho’s hand claps down on your shoulder, holding you in a vice grip, and he uses the leverage on your body to bounce you steadily on his cock. He pulls you back to meet every forward snap of his hips and you whine tightly in his grip. Where some men hear harder and speed up, Jongho reads your needs perfectly. He keeps his pace but with every move he connects with firm snaps, a hard drumbeat of his hips on yours. 

“Yes, yes,” You moan, the expanding knot of pleasure building as his cockhead pounds again and again into the perfect spot inside you. 

“I want to feel you,” He pants, “are you close?” 

You nod, frantic and with a whine, and when you feel his hand leave your shoulder you’re startled that the pace might change when you’re so close, but it does for the better. He leans over you, reaching around and locking his fingers down onto your swollen clit, rubbing circles fast and hard into your nub as he keeps his hips jutting into you. Your orgasm crests, fast and sudden, and you can feel yourself close to tumbling straight over the edge. 

“Don’t stop,” You beg him, “please, please,” 

He presses a little harder, “Come on my cock, baby, come for me,” 

The music cuts low as a song blends into another and your mouth falls open, your orgasm washing over you at his words. You hold yourself as silent as possible, just heavy breath fluttering out of you while you tighten your hands on the railing, your walls spasming around his hard length. 

He pushes into you fully and holds you tight down on his cock, holding you up now as your legs shake, “Shh, shh,” he soothes you, “there you go, fuck, there you go,” 

A tight whine leaves you as the music picks back up, “Jongho,”

“Mhm,” His hands coast over your skin, soft and gentle now as you recover. After a moment he slips his cock out of you and you shudder, and he takes the back of your dress and smooths it down to cover you again, “here, come here,”

You’re still collapsed against the railing, but you let him pull you up into him, kissing you softly and caressing your back. He holds you while your brain clears, and you sigh against him, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you nuzzle into him. 

“Us at all or up here?” He glances over the side down at the throng of bodies. 

“Both,” You kiss him again. 

“Hmm,” He squeezes your arms and nods, “I’m not done with you yet,” 

You smile, and shake your head, “It’s my turn,” 

“Oh?” He teases. 

“Yeah,” You pull away from him, your legs finally solid under you and you push him backwards until his back connects with the supporting beam he had hoisted you up against earlier.

He chuckles at your sudden pushiness and smiles, “Where are we going?” 

“Right here,” You shrug, flirting now fully, and you can barely believe that the man who you hated at the beginning of the night has turned out to be the man in front of you now. The man making you come twice in a fast and dizzy rush, the man whose cock was about to be down your throat. 

“Mhm,” He murmurs, watching you carefully. 

His eyes widen when you slide down to your knees, your hands running down his thighs to steady you. With sure hands you roll the condom off and drop it to the side, taking his hot length in your hand and stroking, getting accustomed to the feeling of him. 

“Oh fuck,” He leans back on the beam and runs a hand through his hair, “y/n,” 

“Yeah?” You grip him a little more, stroking steadily and letting your hand sweep up and over the smooth velvet of his cockhead, collecting the beads of precum with your thumb to stroke along the bottom of his shaft. 

“God,” He mutters, eyes on you. 

“Watch me,” You tighten your hands on his thighs, and look up at him as you run your tongue over the head of his cock, soft flicks at first and then a steady drag of your tongue up the length of him. 

“Mm,” He leans forward, “wait,” 

You rock back, dropping your hands away, confusion flooding you, “What?” 

“Here,” He pulls the straps of your dress free, dropping them over your shoulders and revealing your breasts and you watch him bite his lip and sigh at the sight of you. 

“Oh,” You smile, “so that’s what you want.” 

Jongho swallows, watching you with wide eyes, pupils blown wide and looking hungry. 

You slide the straps down and let your dress pool at your waist, naked now from the hips up, and you drag your hands up your sides, cupping your breasts and pinching your hard nipples. He leans back against the wall, watching, and his cock twitches, desperate for something to touch it. 

It feels like something’s possessing you, doing this out in the open, a breath away from someone just wondering where you are and looking up to the balcony, but you can’t stop yourself. After months of wishing he would spare you a single glance, you’re starving for the way his eyes stay focused on you, studying your every move. You rock back from your knees and settle on the cold concrete floor, separating your legs wide and easing back onto your elbows. 

“Do you like to watch?” Your brow quirks up, and you continue teasing your nipples for his eyes. 

He nods, wetting his lips again and bringing his hand to his cock, stroking it slowly. 

“You do,” You sigh, dragging the hem of your dress up and sinking your fingers into your wet core, “have you been watching me this whole time?” 

He nods again, matching the pace of his hand to yours as you start to slowly sink two fingers inside yourself, bobbing them in and out. 

“Why tonight?” You ask, moaning a little at the heat stirring inside you again. 

“I don’t know,” He groans, “I just couldn’t ignore it anymore,” 

You let him watch you a little longer, alternating between thrusting your fingers and circling your clit, kneading your breast with your opposite hand and panting a little wantonly, just for him. His cock is desperately hard, leaking and red, and you decide finally that it’s time to stop teasing him. 

In one fluid motion you push back up to your knees and push his hand away from his cock, wetting your lips as you do and sinking your mouth down over him as far as you can, your nose pressed up against his pubic bone as you take him, his cock heavy on your tongue and bumping the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He shudders, “y/n,” 

“Mhm,” You murmur around him, gripping onto his thighs as you start to drag your head back and forth, using the pressure of your tongue to tighten the feeling for him. 

“Yes,” He urges you, his hands sweeping your hair back and gathering it at the back of your head, holding you steady, “fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” 

A flutter runs through you, his words making you blush and while you work him, you return your hands to yourself, teasing your nipples and making sure he can see as you flick your clit. You’re taking him home, there’s no question. You want him for dinner and dessert, you want him for breakfast, you want him until you can’t stand the sight of him anymore. 

“God,” You hear him groan above you, and you up your pace, bobbing your head now at a fast clip and moaning around his cock in your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks and sucking, taking him deep. His hands grip your hair harder and you feel his hips jerking, and from the sound of his little hissing pants he’s close. 

You suck hard, applying more pressure with your tongue and he curses, trying to pull you off him, but you make a noise of protest and sink further down onto him, gripping his thighs and letting him thrust himself into your mouth twice more before he groans and releases, hot and salty down the back of your throat. You steady your breathing, swallowing every drop until you’re sure he’s satisfied and then you let his cock slip out of your warm mouth.

Jongho leans back against the beam, shaking and his hands still locked in your hair, sweat slipping down his temples. You sit back on your heels, his hands falling away from you as do and you watch him above you. It’s the calmest you’ve ever seen him, a small smile on his lips and a serene expression on his face. With a deep sigh he comes back to reality, and drags a hand through his hair to smooth it back into place before pulling his trousers back up and securing his belt. 

He smiles warmly at you when he crouches down, kissing you softly and pulling the top of your dress back up to its proper place, “You alright?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “you?” 

“I’m great,” He grins, and his smile sends a fluttering warmth through you. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re perfect,” He kisses you again, “I’m so sorry I was an ass, you’re perfect,” 

His words are tender, and so are his hands and you melt under his attention, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care,” 

He chuckles against your mouth and shakes his head, “It does,” he sighs, “but it doesn’t have to tonight,” 

He’s right of course, and when the hazy glow of your orgasms clear and you’re back to real life you might feel differently, but right now you want nothing more than to curl up on his lap and breathe in the scent of his cologne. Jongho finally breaks the kiss and looks you over, checking the time on his watch, “We should get back,” 

“Jongho,” You catch his hand, keeping him close. 

“Yeah?” His eyes are soft, a little hopeful, and you never want him to stop looking at you like that. 

“Can you just take me home, please?” You squeeze his hand, “I’ll text them and tell them I wasn’t feeling well or something, can you just…”

“Whatever you want,” He assures you, assuaging your sudden nerves, “here,” 

You watch as he finds his phone, sending a series of texts and ordering you both an Uber. He stands, offering you his hands and helping you backup your feet, straightening your dress again and then dropping his jacket back over your shoulders, “Are you hungry?” 

“So hungry,” You smile. 

“You want to get dinner?” He smooths your hair down and sweeps his thumb under one of your eyes to clear away the smudged mascara, “Maybe we can start over.” 

“I think I’d like that,” You murmur. 

“Alright then,” He grins. He buttons his jacket around you once your arms are in the sleeves, and then finishes straightening himself out. He grabs your purse that lays discarded on the ground and passes it to you, and then with a laugh he takes your panties that never made it back on and tucks them into his trouser pockets. 

Your eyebrows raise and you blush. 

He pulls you in, kissing you again and squeezing the soft swell of your ass, “I might want you again, these will just be in the way,” 

“Oh my god,” You sigh against his mouth, “why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?” 

“I’m an idiot,” He says, like it’s obvious. 

“Ah,” You tease, “right, of course.” 

“Come on,” He checks his phone and sees the Uber only a minute or two away, “let’s get out of here.” 

“Jongho,” You catch his hand as you descend the stairs. 

“Hmm?” He smiles back at you, so much more at ease now that the wall of ice between you is broken. 

“Let’s order in,”

He tugs you into his arms, kissing your temple as you stumble out into the night air. To anyone watching you’d look like a couple, lovers who can’t keep their hands to themselves, the rest of the world faded away around them. No one would know at the start of the night you’d barely spoken to each other, that the tension between you was so thick you could have cut it. Jongho keeps a hand on you while you wait, through the drive to your apartment, all through dinner, and he sinks back into you the moment it’s done. Now that he’s touching you, it feels like he may never stop, and if you're being honest, you really don’t mind. 

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[mazeinthemiroh]

snow stained with blood.

genre: anti-hero au, jongho x reader, action, violence, romance

word count: 0.9k

warnings: violence, mentions of blood and guns, reader is attracted ti massive red flags but hey-ho ig

a/n: this is jongho as the winter solider, so if you're a marvel fan, you're gonna love this. so this was sent in by my dear 🧸 anon who if you guys didn't know is obsessed with jongho and that's totally valid. so anon, i hope you enjoy this! i haven't written an action/superhero piece before so i hope it's up to scratch! lemme know what you think hehe <33

It was not clear why you were drawn to him in the first place. And the very idea of being attracted to what people called a monster... well, that disturbed you more than anything else.

"I didn't want you to have to see me like this."

That would've been your cue to run away. Run as fast as you possibly could and never look back.

But you didn't. Of course you didn't. Your feet felt like they were frozen to the spot. You couldn't move, couldn't look away. There was an inexplicable conviction to keep watching, despite knowing in your gut that only bad things would ensue.

The man you knew as Jongho was not like other men. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, you weren't too sure on your first encounter. He was charming and polite, but there was a cold and calculative look in his eyes which made you feel there was much more to him than meets the eye.

Now you watching him single-handedly take on a mob, with what you now could see, shining in the persistent moonlight, was a metal arm. Underneath the brown suit and blazer he had on earlier, he looked like a gentleman, well-built and daring. Now, who was he? Was he the one they called 'the Winter Solider'?

Your heart was in your throat as you watched the men in full black surround him with various weapons. But you could see in Jongho's confident glare that he knew he had a chance. He always did. They were no match for him.

It was almost fascinating to watch his calculated moves. A fist to the ribs, a knife to the leg, and all of this while dodging the attacks of the others. He knew what he was doing. He's done this before.

That thought chilled you to the bone. That, and the fact that your bare arms made contact with the freezing air.

Before you really knew what you had got yourself into, an arm gripped your throat from behind. You tried to let out a shriek, but your sounds were stifled by the intensity of the person's grip on your neck.

Next thing you knew, something was held against the side of your head. It would take an idiot to not know what it was.

Jongho noticed your breathless whimpers and lashed around, glaring at the man in black pointing a gun to your head.

"Surrender now or I shoot!" The man screamed in your ear, causing you to twice. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, kicking and thrashing as much as you could. But his grip was too strong on your body, it was almost suffocating you.

Jongho said nothing. He tried to hide the anger that bubbled up inside of him, but you could see the aggression in his cold glare. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before. But as chilling and deadly as his aura was, there was something very much attracted to him.

And when, in one swift movement, he took out his own gun and fired, his cruelly trained arm locked in place as he perfectly shot into the man's head, the bullet mere inches from your face. You could've sworn you felt the vibrations of the bullet in the air as it passed you, before entering the man's skull.

What did you feel now? Relief? Or mortification? You turned around to stare at the dead man's corpse. How did you end up here, in this situation? Your mind started to swirl.

Jongho's had finished with the rest of them. His breath was steady and slow, as if he hadn't just been combating the psychos that attacked him. Blood stained the side of his face like red paint adorning a painting. In some hideous way, it looked beautiful.

You stared at him. You should've run away. As fast as you could. Now, here, you had a chance again to do so. And yet you stayed.

"Thank you," your voice whispered; your breath could be seen in the cool air.

"I didn't want you to have to see me like this."

You felt like it wouldn't have made a difference. Because even with his previous gentlemanly nature, you could've sworn you were attracted to something much deeper. Perhaps you sensed the danger in him all along. Perhaps you smelt the blood that would appear on his hands before you even saw it. Perhaps you craved what he had to offer. A thrilling life. a life of adventure. Bloodshed. Terror. Hope.

"Well," you stepped closer to him, feet crunching through the snow, "we can't go on our date with you all covered in blood now, can we?"

Jongho scanned your face, perplexed. Your nonchalance was surprising to him. Your indifference... baffling. How could someone go through such a shocking incident and move on so quickly?

And he started to realise that you, too, were different. Different, just like he was. Intrigue sparkled in his eyes as you reached out to link his metal arm with yours. The same metal arm that just took on a mob.

As you walked away, arm in arm, the snow poured in a gentle cascade. It was sickeningly beautiful, really. But the disturbingly romantic scene is what you bonded over. You felt a twist in your stomach when you realised that actually, yes, you were attracted to danger. You were attracted to him.

There was a carelessness of the two of you, not giving a second glance to the bodies that lay on the snow stained with blood. There were more important things to focus on.

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[chans-room]

Don't Hang Up: Opening Scene

Rating: 18+ / Minors DNI

Warnings: depictions of violence, gore, murder, minor character death, I'm sorry in advance but I needed someone to kick this off and I figured it had to be a couple of bad bitches 😩 this is still VERY much an Ateez fic, please don’t let this chapter fool you.

A/n: and so we begin lol thank you to my beta reader @slashersteve and @sailoryooons for vibe checking this as my fellow Ghostface lover. There are a few texts/images at the end bc I can’t help myself — let me know what you think 🖤

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Jimin huffed in frustration, attempting to fish his phone out of his back pocket without overturning the drink carrier in his other hand. He rolled his eyes seeing Taehyung’s name flash across the screen — he would be calling to ask how far away Jimin was with his precious menagerie of drinks instead of coming to the door to help him.  With a snarl of frustration, he balanced the phone on the drink lids and accepted the call. 

“Yah! You better come open the door for me! I walked all the way across campus for your ridiculous fucking double chocolate frappuccino and your orange juice with ice; which made me feel like a serial killer when I was ordering it by the way. The barista stared at me like I’d asked her to commit genocide,” Jimin squawked. 

An unfamiliar laugh filtered through the phone’s speaker, making Jimin freeze. “Now, now, is that how you answer a call from your beloved boyfriend?” Jimin frowned, looking at the caller ID, which only confirmed the call was coming from his boyfriend. But the voice was distinctly not Taehyung. It sounded mechanical and menacing, nothing like the warm, dulcet tone he was familiar with.

“Why do you sound like that?” Jimin questioned absently, fighting the way his heart began to race. 

“I’m just trying stuff out for Halloween pranks. Come on, don’t you remember what week it is?” The mechanical voice asked teasingly, making Jimin sigh and roll his eyes.

Of course Tae was already preparing for Halloween — he should have known. He felt silly for getting so nervous all of the sudden, despite standing at their own locked front door; the same one he’d walked out of only 45 minutes before. Jimin kicked the door open with the toe of his boot, throwing his keys onto the side table. “Alright, well you got me. Now come get your shit, and let’s get started on Love Island. We have so much to catch up on.”

Jimin didn’t hear the shuffling of his lover's feet nor the creaking of their floorboards in the hall in response; only silence.

“Babe? Where are you?” Jimin called out, the unease creeping back into his chest. 

“I wanna play a game. How about… you come find me,” Jimin heard in response, the voice crackling as it filtered through his phone's speakers.

“Tae I’m not in the mood, I just walked across campus at fucking sunrise and it’s freezing today,” Jimin whined, shucking off his boots and lining them with Taehyung’s dress shoes. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Don’t make me come out and find you first,” was the reply. Jimin couldn’t help but shiver at the almost menacing tone; Taehyung always kept him on his toes.

“Oh and what will you do to me if you find me first,” Jimin asked innocently, peeling off his jacket and letting it fall on the ground. “I’m sure if it’s anything like what we did last night, I won’t complain.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve never done what I have planned.”

Jimin giggled, tip-toeing toward their bedroom. He listened against the door, frowning when he didn’t hear anything from the other side. Pushing the door open, he found their bed, still tousled from sleep, but no Taehyung in sight. “For real, I’m not in the mood for this right now. Tell me where you are.”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re trying hard enough to find me, how about I up the stakes a little. If you find me, I’ll make it quick.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jimin huffed, throwing open the closet doors, and groaning in annoyance when he didn’t find his boyfriend with a boxy smile behind the door.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Come on, I’ve been dying for you to find me.”

Jimin rolled his eyes again, sticking his head into the bathroom; finding it empty. “You’re not being fair. Give me a hint at least,” he whined, padding toward their office.

“No, no way. No cheating your way out of this one.”

Jimin sighed in relief hearing rustling behind the door to their office, “I can hear you in there,” he warned lightly, “I’m surprised though, you never paint this early in the day. You always complain about how the light isn’t good enough because of the west facing windows.”

“It’s a special occasion today, I really wanted to set the mood.”

Jimin flushed, slipping into the room, the light from the hall illuminating a sliver of the stark white canvas and bathing the darkened room in a muted glow. He couldn’t help but notice the blinds were pulled shut, and the lamps were all out. Anxiety crawled up his throat, tightness settling in his jaw as he looked around anxiously at the looming shadows. He’d never realized how the darkness clung to every corner in their apartment until right then. He’d never worried about them before with Taehyung’s bright smile and reassuring presence on hand. 

“Tae, I don’t like this. Please just come out,” he pleaded earnestly.

“Aw, come on. You don’t even want to see my masterpiece?”

“Taehyung, I’m serious. Please just turn off the fucking voice. It’s creepy, okay? You can prank call those kids I work with later but I’m over it,” Jimin asked, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Dread settled on his mind, starting to doubt himself, and the person on the other end of the call. 

“Just turn the light on, and I’ll come out.”

He couldn’t place why, but the idea of turning the light on struck terror though him. He didn’t know what he was going to find once he did, but something told him it wouldn’t be anything good.

“What, are you scared? Is Park Jimin actually afraid of something?” 

Jimin frowned, his hand stilling in mid-air, his fingers a breath away from the light switch; Taehyung knew all his fears, and had never used them against him in such a malicious way.

Without another thought, he flipped the switch, filling the room suddenly with a nearly blinding white light. In the middle of the room sat Tae’s easel, facing mostly away from where Jimin was standing. 

“Go on, take a look,” the voice pressed. The disembodied, mechanical lilt began to sound less and less like the Tae he knew and the more unsettled it made him. 

Jimin took the few cautious steps forward, brows furrowing as he saw what was on the canvas.

In a dark red, the words LOOK UP were drawn haphazardly on top of the brightly coloured painting he’d seen Taehyung working on for the past few days. He didn’t want to look, but his curiosity betrayed him, his eyes darting up for a fraction of a second. 

He refused to believe it. It must have been a trick of the light. There was no way that the love of his life was tied to a chair, half naked with blood spilling down his tanned chest from the gaping wound at his throat. There was no way that his handsome boyfriend was staring at him with no life in his big, brown, doe eyes, kitchen knife protruding from the side of his head

Tears instantly welled in Jimin’s eyes as he tried to convince himself that if he didn’t look, it couldn’t be real. But he couldn’t stop himself, his eyes locking onto Taehyung’s lifeless gaze. 

A sob tore out of him, his hands starting to tremble as he took in the sight in front of him. “No, no, no, no,” he mumbled, taking a step backward.

“You just don’t understand art, do you? That’s okay, you’re going to be my next masterpiece,” the voice mocked. Jimin couldn’t help but notice now the sharpness in the voice, the sinister edge to its tone.

At the same moment, Jimin realized whoever had killed Tae was still in their apartment.

He dropped his phone, darting for the open door as he screamed out a singular booming HELP. He rounded the corner, his front door coming into sight when a figure stepped out from behind the wall to his side. The mass of pitch black was undeniable, contrasted only by the stark white mask that was coming closer every second.

He didn’t even think about stopping, his body colliding with the figure. For a moment he didn’t feel anything except the gloved hand on his exposed throat until the blinding pain consumed him. It felt like what Jimin had always imagined a gunshot to feel like just to the left of his bellybutton. The pain felt like it had ripped through him, all the way to his back and out the other side. 

It was only a second later when the gloved hand covered his mouth did he realize he’d been screaming, and that they were now on the floor, the masked figure hovering over him. The face of the white mask was something out of a nightmare, the long exaggerated open mouth caught in a perpetual scream of anguish with mockingly sympathetic eyes.

Jimin was momentarily distracted by the absurdness of it, but the feeling of something tearing through his flesh came to the forefront of his focus. Jimin’s pained yells were muffled by the fabric of the glove covering his mouth and his nose. 

Using all of his strength — as well as the self defense class Taehyung had forced them to attend — he threw the figure off him, sending them straight into the glass coffee table with a decisive shatter. 

Jimin pushed himself off the ground, clutching his side as he staggered toward the front door. The world swam before him, tilting and folding in on itself like a kaleidoscope. He remembered reading about what happens when you combine adrenaline with blood loss, and how sometimes people experienced moments of euphoria or a loss of pain. He wished that was his experience. His limbs felt like they were full of lead, dragging across the tiled floor with every ragged breath he forced into his burning lungs which made the wound in his side feel like it was being pulled further apart. But it was nothing compared to the slicing pain in his heart — Taehyung was gone. That simple fact was enough to make Jimin consider giving up entirely. What was a life without Taehyung anyway?

But Jimin knew Taehyung would want him to live. Would want him to try. 

Jimin’s hand closed around the brass doorknob, relief flooding him when he felt a hand grab the hair on the back of his head. 

The next thing he knew, he was staring up at the masked figure through black spots in his vision. He could feel the warm, wet liquid slipping down his forehead.

The flash of the blade in the light caught his attention as the figure waved it around in his peripherals. “You just won’t give up, will you? That’s okay, I like a fight,” the modulated voice laughed. 

Jimin wouldn’t have known he was stabbed again if it wasn’t for the sudden pressure in his chest, and the immediate sensation he was drowning. He could only gasp for air as the figure above him pulled off their mask — finally revealing the identity of his attacker. Despair filled him upon recognizing them, but Jimin knew there was nothing to be done now. If he knew anything about his murderer, he knew there was never a chance of survival. Meticulous planning and the flawless execution of a plan were some of their best qualities.

Jimin felt the pain, and his devastation faded into nothing as his last rasping breaths left him. His eyes closed, the image of his murderer grinning down at him the last thing he saw. 

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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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Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- angst, heartbreak, crying, Jongho is a comfort bear, body kisses, oral, slow pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, sex, multiple orgasms, Jongho's hands

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J POV

"I'm sorry Jo", Jongho says, hugging me and trying to comfort me

It's not working

"It'll be ok"

No it won't be

Nothing will be ok

Not after this

Jongho tightens his arms around me, his hand rubbing my back

"He's an idiot Jo. A big idiot but he does love you and he's so sorry"

I shake my head, "He doesn't love me. If he did he wouldn't have fucked that staff member. Don't defend him Jongho"

That image of him with the staff member in the empty dressing room is seared in my mine

The way she clung onto him, the way she sounded calling his name, I can never forget that

My heart shattered, my world over

I love him so much but obviously he doesn't love me

He threw away our three year relationship for one fuck

"I'm not defending him Jo. I'm just telling you what I see. He's crying, he's upset, he's so sorry and he wants you back"

I can't take him back

He hurt me so much

I can't forget, can't get it out of my mind

Wooyoung keeps calling me, leaving voicemails and texts messages

Crying on voicemails, begging me to talk to him

To take him back

I can't

Not now

My world ended last week when I caught him and it's too soon

I can't see him, I can't talk to him about any of this

Not yet, if ever

I was terrified to answer the door today when the bell rang

Until I saw it was Jongho

I got close to him through the time Wooyoung and I were together

We're the same age and similar in certain ways

He became a close friend

He said he's here to check on me but I know he's here for Wooyoung too

To tell him how I am

I don't resent him for it

I'm glad he's here

He's been helping me just by being here

I've been alone the last few days, crying my eyes out

The pain is just so intense sometimes and I want it to stop

He's helping to take my mind off it even if it's just miniscule

"I can't take him back Jongho. I can't"

He nods, "I know Jo. Not yet. Maybe once you feel better then you can talk to him and see"

I stare at him

When I feel better?

Is he being serious?

"Jongho this isn't a stupid fight and I'm going to feel better soon", I snap, "He cheated on me. Do you get that? And it's not like he just kisses someone. No he did the worst thing possible. He fucked someone. He got naked with her and put his...and I'm supposed to get over that like it's nothing? Like he didn't just rip my heart out? Like I didn't just lose the person I love and everything crumbled around me? And you expect me to talk to him? To feel better soon? Not happening"

He stares at me with wide eyes, looking a little afraid

"I...I'm sorry....I don't...I was just trying to help. I don't really know what to do here"

I take a breath, realizing that I just went off on him and he doesn't deserve that

He doesn't deserve me yelling at him when I should be yelling at Wooyoung

"I'm sorry Jonghie. I just...I don't know what to do. I can't sleep, I can't stop crying, I can't take the hurt and I took it out at you. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "Don't be sorry. I know he hurt you and I want to smack him for being so stupid. All of us chewed him out after you ran away."

They did?

Well I'm glad they care enough about me to tell him how badly he fucked up

"I didn't know that", I whisper

He looks at me in disbelief, "Of course Joanne. We aren't ok with what he did. We all love you Jo and it's fucked up that he hurt you like this. And we let him know that"

This makes me feel a little bit better knowing my friends have my back

"Jo maybe you should try to sleep. You said you haven't been and maybe you're just exhausted"

I agree

I am exhausted but I don't know about sleeping

I can't sleep for more than an hour, maybe two before I wake up and fall apart again

I'm not used to sleeping alone

I slept in Wooyoung's arms for three years, only apart when he went on tour

And even then I had a hard time

And it's also like twelve in the afternoon

I can't sleep with all this light

But he may want to leave, that's why he's saying that

So I just nod

He nods back, "Ok. I'll go so you can rest"

He starts to get up but I immediately stop him

I don't want to be alone again

I don't want to think of him and hurt and cry

I want to be comforted even though I don't know if I will be

"Stay with me", I ask

His eyes widen, "I don't know if that's a good idea"

I nod

I should of known he'd say no

Even though he's my friend he's been Wooyoung's friend longer than mine

And he really did just come to check on me, nothing more

"Ok", I whisper, "I'll let you out"

I start to stand up but suddenly I feel his hand on mine

He's already looking at me, not saying anything

He moves, laying down, pulling me against him

"I'll stay until you fall asleep"

"Ok", I whisper, feeling some relief, "Thanks"

He nods

I lay my head on his chest and he's stiff at first but then relaxes slowly, his arms move around me

And I feel comforted just a little

Closing my eyes, I decide to pretend to fall asleep quickly so he can leave

I'm not tired anyway

It's silent in my room and of course Wooyoung comes back in my head

Memories of us, happy together bombard me

The first time he spoke to me, the first date, the first kiss

The first time we were together

The first time he told me he loved me

His smile, his eyes

And I just break down again, the tears quickly falling

I try to cry quietly but trying to breathe in causes a sob to escape

Jongho's arms tighten around me

"I'm sorry", I whisper

"No it's ok", he answers softly, "You can cry. I'm here"

His kindness hits me hard and I just become an even sloppier crying mess

I feel his fingers move into my hair, running through it and it feels soothing

"It ok Jo. It'll be ok", he whispers

I cling onto his shirt, crying, wishing the pain would stop

----------------------------------------------------

I wake up to a heartbeat in my ear

Huh?

Where am I?

I lift my head a little to find Jongho asleep, his arms around me, holding me tightly

And suddenly I remember

He came to check on me, I didn't want him to leave and be alone

He stayed

He was supposed to only stay until I fell asleep but I guess he did too

And I actually slept

For awhile

The feel of his fingers in my hair must have lulled me to sleep

I actually felt comforted enough to sleep

I'm greatful to him for that

I was so exhausted and everything I felt was ten times worse

Now it just feels five times worse

I lay my head back down on his chest, just wanting to relax for a few minutes more before I fall apart again

I listen to his steady heartbeat, the scent of his skin filling my nose

He smells good

After a few minutes, I shift because my arm is falling asleep

He stirs, yawning, his eyes slowly opening

He looks around confused for a few seconds before he looks down at me

His eyes widen in realization that he fell asleep

With me

He immediately starts to move, but I put my arm around him, stopping him

I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm feeling but I don't want him to leave

He stops moving, his body tense, his eyes on me

As I look at him, I realize he's fucking beautiful

His round cheeks, his strong jaw, his gorgeous eyes, his black hair styled off his forehead

And his full kissable lips

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me or why I'm noticing all this about him now

He's not moving at all but I find that I am

My lips are right by his and he still hasn't moved

Without thinking anymore, I press mine to his

My god, his lips are so soft, so smooth and feel good

He finally moves, kissing me back

It's just an innocent kiss, no tongue, nothing wild or hard

And it feels nice

My hand moves under his button up, touching his warm smooth skin

Suddenly he pulls away, sitting up, making me sit up too

I don't want him to pull away, I want him and I find myself going closer to him to kiss him again but he stops me

"I don't know if we should-", he says softly

And I realize what I'm doing

And that he rejected me

And I shouldn't be doing this to begin with

Embarrassment washes over me

"It's ok", I whisper, "If you don't want to I won't force you"

"It's not that, it's just, I don't know if you're thinking clearly"

I'm so not but I do really want to be with him

And I decide to be honest with him

"I'm not Jongho. I don't know what I'm doing or how I'm going to handle everything with Wooyoung", I confess, "But right now, all I know is I want you"

I'm not dumb

I know this is a bad idea but I don't care right now

I know this will blow up in my face, I know I may be using him to forget, to get my mind off everything but right now I'm not thinking about that

I'm thinking about how it'll feel to really kiss him, to be in his arms, to feel him against me

He looks at me, not saying anything

He's really a quiet person, not giving away anything he's thinking

I look down, cursing myself for assuming he wants me like that

God why am I a fucking idiot?

There's nothing to ever indicate that's how me feels about me

I'm kicking myself, when he gently lifts my face to his

The next thing I know, he's kissing me and fuck he's good at it

His tongue slips in my mouth and I fall into his kiss, his tongue against mine, sending shivers down my back

I move my hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it as I kiss him

Pulling away, I look at his body for the first time

And proceed to choke on air

Holy shit

Putting my hands on his chest, I slowly move my hands down, touching his smooth skin, feeling his hard muscles

No one would know how built Jongho is from the clothes he wears for performances or hell even the clothes he wears normally

He always wears baggy clothes and the stylists always cover him up completely in long sleeves, suits, turtle necks, jackets while the other members have some sort of skin exposed

But never him

And it's a damn shame because his body is fucking amazing

I touch his abs, the defined six pack cut into his skin

God, I just got more wet

Moving my hands around his back, I move up, feeling the muscles there too

God, he's so hot

So beautiful

My eyes move to his face, his eyes closed, biting his lip

I move into his lap, pressing a kiss to his neck

I feel his skin shiver under my lips, making me smile

Slowly, I trail soft gentle kiss down his neck, my fingers trailing up and down his back

I kiss the cute beauty mark on his neck, hearing his quiet moan

Oh god, that sound is so hot

As I continue my kisses along his shoulder, I push his shirt down his arms and off

I glide my hands up his arms, feeling the huge muscles there, then kiss them

I don't know why I feel the need to kiss him all over but I do

After a minute, he softly moves me back, his big hands on my waist

Like I did, he slowly moves his hands up and under my shirt, moving it along my sides as he goes

His fingers leave every single nerve awake and on fire

I raise my arms as he pulls the shirt off, his eyes never leaving mine

Only once the shirt is off does he move his eyes down my body, his breath hitching

He moves his hands around me, undoing my bra and throwing it on the floor

I close my eyes when his hands touch my breasts, him squeezing softly, his palms against my nipples

His hands drop to my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth on mine

I kiss him hard, my arms flying around his neck, fingers in his black hair

He turns us around, laying me on my back as he hovers above me

He looks down at me with something in his eyes I can't read

His fingers slowly move through my hair, feeling so good

"You're so fucking beautiful", he whispers and my heart pounds hard, eyes widening on their own

He really thinks that about me?

Or is it just something he's saying in the moment?

Before I can answer, he kisses me again, his hands pulling down my pants and panties

I move my own hands, undoing his belt, opening his jeans, pulling them and his boxers as far as I can

He stands up pulling all my clothes off then taking off his

I look down, at his dick, my eyes flying open

I had no idea Jongho was packing that

His cock is big, long and unbelievably thick, hard as a rock and sticking out, leaking from his head

He's so fucking stunning, I can't believe it

I immediately sit up, moving to the edge of the bed and off, kneeling down

"Jo you don't-", he starts then moans when I lick his slit

I taste his cum and Jesus Christ, he tastes good

Running my tongue up from his base, he visibly shivers and so I do it again and again, enjoying the way his soft skin tastes

Finally I take him in my mouth, sucking as I keep my tongue on his underside

"Oh god", he moans, his hand moving in my hair

I take him all in, his thick cock pushing in my throat, my hands on his hips

I've done this a thousand times before

Deep throating doesn't hurt me anymore

His inhales sharply, as I bob my head back and forth, taking him in my throat over and over, sucking as I go

It actually feels good and from the quiet sounds he's making, it feels good for him

I'm glad, I like pleasing him

His cock is really good to suck on too

Moving halfway down his length, I suck on him fast and hard

His eyes don't leave me, watching me

"Fuck oh god", he whimpers, his hand tightening in my hair, "I'm...I'm gonna...im-", he stops as his body shudders

I taste his cum and greedily swallow, moaning myself

Fuck I love how his thick cum slides down my throat

As he keeps going, I move down his whole length, keeping him in my throat and swallowing everything

So good

When he finishes, he pants hard, letting go of my hair

I stand and sit on the edge of my bed, still swallowing

He gently pushes me back, kneeling down

He opens my legs, his tongue on me right away

He so slowly licks up and I can feel every inch of his tongue touching me in all the right places, pleasure coursing through me

"Fuck", I whimper

He moves away, his tongue back down and again licks slowly up

Again and again and again

My god, he's so good with his tongue

I've never been eaten out slowly

Sometimes it starts that way but always speeds up

Jongho keeps his slow pace, his hands squeezing my thighs softly, then gently moving to my hips

His tongue rolls along my clit, amazing pleasure running through me, making me shiver

His tongue slides along my clit over and over, feeling his whole tongue until he moves it so I just feel the tip

My god how does he know how to eat pussy?

One hand moves up my body, cupping around my torso by my ribs

His hand is so big, it wraps around my side perfectly

He keeps it there and I had no clue I like being held there

His other hand is around my hip, holding me down gently

I look down at him and I gasp at the sight of him in between my legs, his eyes closed, his tongue moving against me

Even while eating me out he's so fucking hot

How is that possible?

His mouth moves around my clit and I moan loudly at the sucking sensation

His tongue is against my clit, moving it as he sucks so fucking slowly and the pleasure is incredible

My hand slides in his hair on it's own, holding on

His sucking is bring me right there, my legs shaking around his head

He squeezes my hip softly just as he sucks again and I'm thrown into an orgasm

A fucking amazing orgasm

"Jongho, fuck fuck fuck!"

He doesn't stop until I finish, his tongue sliding down and licking up again

He groans a little louder, still keeping his tongue at his slow pace

"You taste so good"

My mind explodes hearing him

I heard Wooyoung say that to me so many times before but I never in my life ever expected Jongho to say this

Or for me to be the one to hear him say it

His tongue moves again, making me shiver

"No, keep your legs open for me. Please", he asks

I open them wider, having no idea that I was even closing them

He moves his tongue down, sliding inside me and I gasp from the fucking pleasure

Just how slow he's going makes it feel better somehow

More erotic

He pulls his tongue out, going back up and lavishing my clit before sliding down

His tongue pushes inside again, little by little, burying it in me and I can't help but clench on it

He moans but still pulls out again

"Jongho, please", I cry wanting to feel him so much

He doesn't change his speed, the pleasure agonizingly slow but intense

Every time his tongue goes inside, I throb harder around it, getting closer

I move my other hand down to his that's on my hip, gripping tightly

His hand loosens on my hip and I lace our fingers together, holding on to him

He pushes inside again and I snap, out of the world pleasure taking over my body as I cum around his tongue

He keeps it inside me, letting me ride out my orgasm on it

I squeeze his hand so hard, pulling his hair as I moan his name

When I come out of the fog, I feel kisses all along my thigh, my skin trembling against his lips

He stands up and I move back onto the bed, giving him room to get on it with me

He moves in between my legs, hovering over me, his eyes on mine

"Are you sure?", he asks

I nod

I am sure

He lowers himself and I wrap my arms around his body, pulling him against me

When his skins touches mine, I breathe in, loving how it feels, how smooth and soft he's is, how he feels against me

He looks down, lowering his head, his lips against mine

Fireworks flash in my vision from his kiss and I don't know what the fuck that means

If it even means anything

He aligns himself to me, then slowly starts to move in

I feel part of his head go in, then he starts to push lightly

But he doesn't move in more

He breaks the kiss, looking confused, continuing to push gently

"I...I don't fit", he says softly, upset all over his face as he looks away from me

Yes he does

He will

Touching his face, his eyes move back to mine

"Yes you will. Push harder"

"I don't want to hurt you"

I shake my head, "You won't. I promise. You just have to get in then it'll be ok"

He nods, his hips thrusting harder into me

And he slowly moves inside, his thick cock forcing me open around him

"Oh fuck", I moan, pleasure clouding my brain

He moves in a little at a time, pushing hard but not barrelling in

He's so hard and it feels so good, his moans so pretty

"More Jonghie. All of you"

"I don't...think...I can fit", he gasps, his eyes shut in pleasure

"You can. I can take you. I want all of you. Please"

He nods, "Ok"

It takes a minute or two before he's all the way in

And he's fucking big, fitting in but just barely

There's no extra room and his head is right against my spot, the rest of him touching all the right places

And my body goes crazy, shaking, pussy tightening on him even more than I thought possible

"Oh god. Shit. You're so tight. How are you so tight?", he whimpers softly

"It's not just me Jongho. You're really big. And you feel so good"

He opens his eyes, disbelief in his face

"I do?", he whispers

I nod, "Yes you do"

He still seems to be in disbelief about that although I don't know why

"You feel amazing", he answers, shyly, "Really wet. Tight and uh...warm"

His cheeks turn a cute shade of red and it's adorable

I pull him back to me, my lips against his

Wanting his kiss so badly

He gives it to me, his tongue moving against mine

He pulls his cock back then slowly moves back in

I moan, his head hitting my spot so fucking wonderfully, sending chills up my spine

He gets a slow pace going, pulling almost all the way out then moving back in

The drag of his cock feels amazing, touching all the right spots and I absolutely love the feeling of him opening me up again and again, feeling so full of him

I can't help but moan loudly as his kisses move to my neck, his hand moving around my breast

I run my fingers ever so slowly, softly up and down his back, feeling his muscle move with every thrust

How he feels this amazing, how he's making me feel this incredible, I don't know but he is

And I realize through all the pleasure that I'm going to cum

It's never happened this fast before

I don't have time to wonder why before his head rubs against my spot and I lose it

"Jongho. Oh my god Jongho", I cry, my fingers gripping his back hard, shaking under him as a wave of massive pleasure hits me

"Oh my fucking God", he gasps, "Oh god, so tight. Fuck, feels so good"

I'm vaguely aware he's getting pleasure from my orgasm but I can't think at all

When I finish, he lifts himself on one forearm, his other hand pinning my hip down

"You need to do that again", he chokes out, his breathing labored

His hips move rhythmically, bottoming out every time but he does not change his slow speed

And I can feel every inch of his cock, every throb he does inside me, every graze against my spot, every single move

I feel his hand on my hip, squeezing lighting, hear his hard breathing, feel his sweat against my skin, feel his gaze that is solely on me

I can feel how strong he is, holding me down with just one hand

And that turns me on

The guys always say Jongho is built like a tank and they are so right

They just don't know how fucking incredibly sexy he is

His hand moves to my clit, starting to rub but I stop him

I must be insane

He raises his eyebrow at me but I shake my head

"I want you to make me cum with just your cock"

He sucks in a breath, his gaze not moving from mine

"You did it once already. That's how I want it with you. You don't need to touch me, it already feels so fucking good"

Surprise enters his beautiful brown eyes but he nods, not saying anything, just continuing to move and giving me more pleasure

I feel my orgasm coming and I'm so fucking excited

I close my eyes just as it hits, riding the waves of pleasure as I call his name louder than before

I can't, it's so much

There's no words to describe how amazing it feels

"Yes shit. Fuck fuck fuck", he whispers to himself, burying inside and letting me cum all over his entire length

I open my eyes to see his face in so much pleasure and it shocks me at how much my orgasms give him

His head drops to my shoulder, his sweaty body against mine again

I move my arms around his back again, holding onto him

"One more", he whispers

I find that I still want to orgasm, so I whisper, "Yes"

He starts moving again, pleasure coming back

I had no idea that Jongho is a sex god

Really, he knows how to eat pussy and he knows how to fuck to give ultimate pleasure

Where the fuck did he learn that from?

I reach up, pushing his sweaty hair from his face and he gives me a small smile

For some overwhelming reason, I want him to kiss me

So I ask him too and he immediately presses his lips to mine

His arms move under my shoulders, holding me and pressing his body as much as he can against mine

I can't stop the throbbing on him especially when his head moves against my spot

"I...I don't think I can last another one of your orgasms. They feel too good"

That renders me entirely speechless

Like really, I don't know what to say

Wooyoung didn't even say that to me

"When you cum, I'm going to. Where-", he starts

"Inside", I answer automatically

His gaze snaps to mine, asking me if I'm sure with his eyes

And I am

I want to please him, making him feel as good as he's making me feel

And it'll take him out of pleasure if he pulls out

And to be honest, I want to feel him cum, I want to feel him fill me up

"No...condom", he gets out

"Birth control pill", I answer

I was already on it before I met Wooyoung to get my cycles on a monthly schedule

When I got with him it made sense to stay on it

He nods, his hips still moving

He goes in so deep and I'm thrown over the edge, ecstasy hurtling me into my last orgasm

"Jongho! Jongho!"

"Fuck, Joanne. Oh fuck", he cries

Fuck me he's so fucking stunning when he cums

I feel his cock throb and then the warmth of his cum as he shoots it inside me

I can't stop pulsing on him, milking his cock for all of his cum

I want all of it

I feel some of it leaking around us, all over my thighs

I love that feeling

He pulls out when he finishes, laying next to me, breathing hard

I turn to face him, cuddling into him

I'm completely shocked when he moves his arm, putting it around me and holding me close to him then kisses my forehead

"Do you have to leave?", I ask

"Not yet", he says softly

I nod

Nothing else is said, just us laying together in silence

After awhile, I feel my eyes getting heavy and I close them

Then I remember Jongho is here and I force them open

"It's ok. You can sleep", he whispers

"But-"

"I'll stay until you fall asleep"

I smile at that, remembering him saying that earlier

His hands move back in my hair, running through it gently

Just like last time it lulls me to sleep and I cuddle into him, strangely happy and so relaxed

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[horizonmoonfics]

7:38 PM

Pairing: Jongho x reader Genre: fluff, a bit of angst Word count: 383 Warnings: stressed!reader, mention of annoying coworker, bad weather, that’s all I think?

Rainwater drips down your face as you shut the door, entering your apartment. It had been a pretty sunny week, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you to work, but the weather took a turn for the worse when you drove home. It was pouring when you parked, so you had to carry your jacket over your head when you ran inside. Said jacket was now completely soaked through. 

You sigh, wiping the water off your forehead, only for more to drip down from your hair. You kick off your shoes and put them by the door, planning to take them outside to dry later when it was a little less rainy. Your cat comes over and winds around your legs as you hang up your jacket on the coat rack—you’ll take that outside later, too. You pick him up and kiss his forehead as he starts purring, seemingly unbothered by how drenched you are. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you hum when you see Jongho by the stove, cooking something. It smells like tomatoes, and you can see an open soup can next to the fridge. 

“Hi honey, dinner will be ready whenever you are. Did you have a good day?” your boyfriend says, turning to smile at you. 

Truth be told, your day was kind of terrible. You lost count of how many frantic emails you got about insurance renewals, your coworker was distracting you all day because she finally won her divorce case and wouldn’t stop bragging about it, your intern was sobbing for an hour because she got rejected from three grad schools in one day (thus distracting you further), and your lunch was stolen from the breakroom fridge. But seeing Jongho’s smile made all of those stresses disappear. 

“It went pretty well. This smells delicious, thank you for making it, honey. I’ll be ready soon,” you say, walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“That’s good. Let me know when you’re out, I’ll make grilled cheese to dip in the soup,” he says, kissing you in return. “Use one of my candles if you want.”

You chuckle inwardly; he could see right through you, and often let you use his candles whenever you were stressed.

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

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[yustea]

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Pairing: Ceo!Jongho x fembody!coworker!reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After being forced to wait for over ten hours to get laid, you decided to take matters in your own hands.

Genre: smut, little fluff and hint of angst

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: unedited!, dom!Jongho, sub!reader, possessive!behaviour!, praising!, breeding!, unprotected!sex! (wrap it before you tap it), cream!pie!, pet names (baby, good girl, sweet girl, slut), choking!, bondage!, manhandling!, mentions of yandere! and degrading!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

Exactly nine hours and forty nine minutes ago, you and your boss, Choi Jongho, had a make out session after he comforted you from an uncomfortable experience with your work colleague, Rufus Jones. Despite on the verge of fucking, he left you stranded and horny, only agreeing to fuck you after hours in his office. You were in utter disbelief of this man’s audacity. Ten fucking hours.. just to get laid. What the fuck were you to do?

By sending explicit selfies to him of course. 🤭

You were in an impatient and bratty mood after his sudden retreat, so why not give him a taste of his own medicine? With your conjured scheme in mind, you quickly scrolled through your hidden folder of nudes and boudoir pics, selecting a series of ten sultry photos that adorned your body in various laces and fabrics. Every hour, you sent one to him accompanied with a dirty text, each one filthier than the previous. Was it stupid? Maybe. Was it petty? Perhaps. Would it get you railed senseless?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

And here you are now, patiently waiting outside his office door. You checked the time.

5:59 pm.

You took a deep breath. Time to send the last one. With slightly trembling hands, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and sent the last photo.

Y/N: I’m outside

You began to bite your thumb nail. Your body twitched at every sound as you stared intently at the screen. Not even a second later, he saw the message. Adrenaline began to course through your veins as excitement lapped in your stomach. Before he could respond, you knocked on the door, your hands slightly trembling in anticipation. You hear a faint “enter” echo from inside and you slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. There he was, sat in his leather chair and gazing at his phone, a stone expression plastered on his face.

You closed the door and stood there, waiting patiently. The tense atmosphere engulfed the room, the soft ticking of the clock rebounding against the cool grey walls. You swallowed as your fingers twitched behind your back. You began to get nervous as the near silence continued to stretch. Finally, he looked up as his eyes pierced into yours in an unwavering stare. Your breath hitched. Slowly, he stood up as he leisurely paced his way to you, loosening his tie and adjusting his wrist watch in the process. The closer and closer he got, the more you stepped back as your confidence began to gradually ebb away.

Suddenly, you felt the cool wood of the door press against your back. A shocked gasp forced from you throat. Jongho slammed his fist against the door, sending a jolt through your body. Your heart pounded. A seething primal hunger surged in his eyes as his domineering presence loomed over your shuddering frame. You left out a soft whimper. His stare bore into yours as silence hung in the room, observing your body from head to toe. You felt a red hot rouge bloom against your cheeks as your averted your gaze. He delicately placed his finger under your chin, tilting your eyes to meet his lustful ones. He had you right where he wanted.

“So,” he spoke condescendingly. “My pretty baby decided she wanted to be bratty today.” He snaked his finger down below your chin and towards your neck, wrapping his hand around it in a threatening position. You bit your lip, twiddling your thumbs in agitation. You could feel your arousal slowly seep through your black lacy thong. Subtly, you began to rub your legs together to ease the ache, only to be shoved onto the couch and your legs forced apart with his thick thigh. He pinned your wrists in his iron grip as he mockingly tutted, undoing his black leather belt with his free hand. “Naughty baby,” he cooed. “Getting yourself off without my permission. What should I do with you for being so disobedient?”

His belt clattered against the soft leather as your hands began to perspire in nervousness. You began to squirm, your throbbing pussy rubbing against the expanse of his thigh in desperate need for attention. However, your motions were halted by light slap against your leg. A forced yelp erupted from your throat. “Now, now baby,” he brought his belt up towards your hands. “Only good girls get what they want, not slutty little brats that send nudes throughout the day.” He began to bind your wrists together with his belt, roughly tugging it to make sure it was tight.

“Now princess,” he looks you directly into your eyes. “I’m going to need full cooperation on this. If at any given time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, say the word ‘red’ and we’ll be done for the night. Am I understood?” You let out a small nod. “Yes Jongho.” A gentle smile graced his lips as he lent down to peck your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.” You felt your heart flutter. Slowly, he began to leave wet kisses against your neck as he unbuttoned your white blouse. He ripped the sides of your top, a shocked gasp echoing the room at his sudden roughness. A gradually snaked his hands to your black pencil skirt and teasingly pulled it down, dropping your black stilettos on the floor along with it. An audible groan expelled from his chest as he captured your figure in your black lace lingerie. “So fucking gorgeous,” he slithered his hand from your abdomen to your throat. “And all for me.”

With that, he smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss, squeezing his hand around your throat. With his free hand, he trailed his finger down, pressing against your damp heat. You released a small squeak as you felt a drip of arousal escape your sopping pussy. He entered his tongue into your mouth as he shoved aside your panties and entered two fingers.

You flung your head back, whining at the slight stretch of his thick phalanges slowly pumping in and out of you at a fast steady pace. He spaced love bites across your collar bone and shoulder, earning a violent shudder when his fingers touched a particular spot. “J-Jongho,” you whimpered, rocking your hips back and fourth to meet his movements. “S-slow down, please.” A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Such a sweet girl asking so nicely,” he pinched your clit, making you jump from the sudden sensation. “But did you forget about your earlier actions?”

You thrashed your fists against the cool leather couch as a pornographic moan echoed around the room. “I-I’m sorry Jongho, I w-want to be y-you’re good girl, please I’m s-sorry,” you begged pathetically as a glassy sheen glossed your eyes. Your pants became heavier as you squeezed his fingers tighter and tighter. “Is my pretty baby going to cum?” He cooed as he continued his brutal antics. You vigorously nodded as your mouth hung agape, bridging closer and closer to your long awaited orgasm.

He abruptly pulling his fingers out and shoving your ruined panties down to your ankles. Before you could complain, he swiftly shoved his shaft into your soaking puss. “J-JONGHO,” you cried as he pounded into you with a bruising speed. He tightened his hold against your neck, leaning down to your ear. “Rufus almost saw the photos you sent today,” he seethed. “Almost saw your gorgeous figure.. god he would have killed to be here right now, seeing you splayed out against my couch and being the obedient slut you are. Tell me, would you have let him fuck you like I am right now?”

“NO,” you howled as a burning white rimmed the edges of your vision. “Would you have let him claim you like I am now?” “NO,” you whined, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Maybe I should breed you, just so everyone will know who you belong to. You would like that wouldn’t you, slut? Showcasing you fucked you so hard that you got pregnant.” You gushed over his length, a loud gasp echoing the room as you came on his length. “F-fuck,” Jongho released a guttural moan as he expelled his load inside of you, his warmth spreading inside your gummy walls. You collapsed against the couch, the cool leather soothing your flushed skin as Jongho continued to steadily thrust in your full heat.

Slowly, he pulled out, his cock dripping in both your seeds. He carefully untied your wrists and sat you on his lap, your head lolling against his neck as your arms dropped over his shoulders. He gentle stroked your back, lulling you into an exhausted slumber. After a few moments, Jongho felt your breathing slow and heard your quiet snores. A loving smile splayed across his lips as he admired your tranquil state, a warmth kindling within his chest. Gingerly, he reached for his phone and pressed the send button before laying you both on the couch and drifting off to sleep.

Jongho: *Rufus’ address*

If you ever think of even breathing near Y/N again, I will come and slit your throat myself.

A/N: Here’s part two of the “A Man of Few Words” and tbh, I think I could’ve definitely done better with this. To me it just feels a bit rushed, but hopefully I’ll get better in the future. Idk what else to say this week wasn’t just my week and I’m sorry :/

As always, please feel free to reblog on tumblr, give me any feedback (all is welcome), and if you have any fic ideas/thoughts please send them in my bio and I’ll make sure to tag you in the post. Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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